Last night, after I left your apartment I felt really good about us being able to be in the present, not argue, and have an honest conversation. I was so happy to see you and be with you for two hours, without distractions, that I did something for the first time. I “officially” came out on instagram.

This is what I wrote on my story, with a video of New York:

I kind of broke up w my girlfriend of 5 years 2 weeks ago (on my bday) which might surprise many because I never really post anything about her. Or me. I never really say anything because its taking me 27 years to come to terms with who I am. I’ve never come out to the world (or my parents) and said, hey I’m this or that, because that’s not what defines all of me. bisexuality, is complicated. Sometimes I’ve liked men, other times I’ve like women. For the past 5 years, I’ve been really in love with a woman.

I’ve shared everything with her, She is almost 20 years older than me by the way.

So we decided 2 weeks ago not to see or contact one another until the end of june, to think about what we want and don’t want independently and away from each other. But today, I showed up at her apartment. Knocked on the door and spend the next two hours talking in the hallway about everything. Like when we first met, no arguing, no work, no phones. Actually looking at each other. It was good. Really good. I don’t know where we are going, or what’s going to happen in a month, if we’ll stay together or not. But thinking about it now, made me want to share it with the world.

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