I know I said this before. The guy I like is gay. Only this time, there's no question mark. It's true and it hurts. Slowly. Surely.
Suddenly I knew why the email responses were short, and why they had to end abruptly. He knew. I probably wasn't the first victim. From a perverse point of view, he was protecting me.
Feel like screaming at the top of a building now. Maybe shopping therapy will help. I'll go change now.
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