"Then just fucking tell me!" I said, "You say you're blunt, so say it."
He let this go by. I spoke against my heart. I wanted only to love him. I knew his cautions. But for all his street wisdom, he displayed an enormous will, a man's will, and I had to know the source of it. I concealed my love.
I took a seat; well not really a seat but nevertheless still supporting the weight of my body, and the even heavier load of my mind. I pulled the curtain aside and sat on the side of the bathtub in the washroom where I had brought him to talk.
As I sat there and waited for his response, I slowly contemplated the purpose of our relationship, and the source of my argument. Anger overwhelmed me, sadness engulfed me. Two emotions competing to come to the surface as I listened; as I heard but to this day, still don't believe.
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