My not so straight friend: “So, what do you want right now to free yourself?”
Me (yes, ME): “I don’t know… I just want to cry and cry some more until no tears would fall. I want to shout, as loud as I can, until I lose my voice… I want to run, run as far away as I can, until my legs can’t run anymore… Then my heart will break… Then I’ll mend it…. So that he can break it again…”
What can I say? I was young. I was in love. And I got my heart broken. Nothing scientific about it.
But, no matter how broken I was, I managed to make myself whole again. Whole, but with some chips and dents in some places.
Still me. Fortunately. Unfortunately.