In the following week, suddenly my door bell rang… I jumped, I wasn’t expecting anyone… it couldn’t be him, I didn’t gave him my address… I opened the door. There was Phoebe: Hey, I broke up for real with Christine! I hope you still like me and give me a chance?
My heart jumped, I immediately fell in love again, and we became a couple. I was floating in the love we had for each other and the need to tell her about what happened last weekend became kinda forgotten.
She was the best thing ever, we had an amazing relationship – that lasted for almost 10 years – and sometimes we had some soft contact with menn and women, and it was clear that we both had an openminded attitude about bisexual feelings, but somehow it never came up to make this confession.
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