I know why he doesn't hate me. Because he knew. That bastard had checked up on me and he already knew about Katie. That's why he doesn't hate my guts. Because this was never about him being enough. It was about me being gay.
He didn't tell me all of this of course. He just texted me.
I knew already. About kate. ;)
I know him well enough to discern the rest. There's no need to tell him that I'm actually bi. I like him not hating me. I missed him.
There. I admitted it.
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Short StorySo, my world just imploded. Out of all the cities and hotel lobbies in the world he happened to be in this one, on this weekend. And I just had to run into him. Life was great, or well you know, it was going. Got a girlfriend that I love, a major...
