I reach out and touch her hair softly, looking into that sweet, open face. I saw her flayed raw today. I saw her fall apart and shatter, both in pleasure and agony. And in the hell we put her through, with everything stripped raw, my soul calls out to hers. Like two twins recognizing each other after decades of staying apart. So maybe it’s not that I’m bi or that I’m suddenly attracted to women. Maybe I just want her.
