Long ago and far away from here and now, when I was a boy I met a girl. She said she was bisexual, like me. We dated. I fell in love with her.
One night when we were drunk and traveling she confessed that she was really homosexual, and didn’t feel right with being with me.
She broke my heart, but in a way I am glad it ended when it did because if our relationship had gone on longer the crash of its dissolution would have been even more painful than it was.
The truly ironic thing is that now I too am a lesbian (well still bisexual really), and have been with my wife for a happy 12 years now.