Summary
I am a man, and I spent years secretly in love with my best friend.
Then he got a girlfriend, so I gave up and pulled away—only for him to chase after me, wait outside my door all night, drink himself senseless over me, and demand an explanation with red-rimmed eyes.
With nothing left to lose, I blurted, “I’m gay, and I have a boyfriend.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he pinned me to the wall. “If you like men, then why can’t it be me?”