Kiera and I had a deep, productive heart to heart over cider last night. I figured it would be best to come clean about the story that I posted about us, but to do so when she was slightly buzzed. I wish I could say that she was thrilled about it, and we immediately banged each other on the couch, but that’s not what happened at all.
She was very creeped out by it at first. She told me to delete it; I said I would, but I wanted to explain myself. I told her that when we did what we did, it was such an amazing, unique experience, but I didn’t have anyone to share that with. Not talking about it with anyone was pure torment, and I couldn’t handle it. So, I told a bunch of strangers online, who will never know our identities. She asked if she could read what I said.
There was a sliver of cider left in the bottom of her glass by the time she read through it. I waited, two couch cushions over, for her verdict. She didn’t turn her head to me, but she leaned away from the screen, and set her glass down, to speak. “You made me sound like a cow…”