I don't know why, but it' s just different. I think she felt betrayed, like I tricked her, or something. While I have to repeat to myself that she's wrong, I can understand how she came to feel that way. You build up all these dreams around someone, you almost literally live for them, and when that someone goes away, you haven't the slightest idea where to hang those dre ams. So much about my life has changed since high school aside from my being gay, and it's hard to separate out what's what.
Every day is a different challenge.
The pressure is there. Sometimes I don't say anything, but other times I just blurt it out. I did that the other day. And you say the words. And you just try to make it sound as inconsequential as a hangnail.