liveoutsidethelines
I would like to say I always knew who I was. For a while, I thought I did, thought I was one of those people born with an internal guidance system who knew every right choice to make for themselves. But the reality is that I didn't. I went through my first twenty-four years of life stumbling over broken promises, misguided choices, and lost lovers. I caused insurmountable grief and suffered it, too.
Eventually, I found myself. Understood who I was and the person I was meant to be, but this story is not about that. This story is about something even more complicated than coming out as a lesbian when you made a name for yourself by only writing straight love songs. No, this is harder. Because, before I grew into who I am today, I dated my best friend.
Then I broke his heart.