Two years ago, we dated for about six weeks. It was my first relationship with a girl. I can still remember how fast you made my heart beat, how sweaty my hands got, how my words fell over each other. I wasn't like this with guys; I secretly knew I was bi for a long time. I came out to my family—what a mistake. I didn't tell you how they badly they gay bashed me. I broke up with you instead and never told you why. I'm so sorry and I still miss you.
—Back in the closet