THREE YEARS later I get an email. Haunting. Odd and so very awkward. She has a loved one, I in turn do too. 'Unfinished business' she asks.
What happened to that day when you were young and bored and kissed a girl for any reason but the supposed gay one? What are the odds she would emerge to find she was gay from this experience, what are the odds my friend would dwindle into anything but a constant reminder of that kiss....
My exciting possible reuniting with my friend had become an awkward proposal. That email, those text messages. Those drunken phonecalls. Goodness.
What happened to that day when you were young and bored and kissed a girl for any reason but the supposed gay one? What are the odds she would emerge to find she was gay from this experience, what are the odds my friend would dwindle into anything but a constant reminder of that kiss....
My exciting possible reuniting with my friend had become an awkward proposal. That email, those text messages. Those drunken phonecalls. Goodness.
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