I can understand people being confused by how easily the mutual confession went, once they realized and stopped fighting their feelings.
But as someone who grew up in the deep repression of the American Deep South decades ago, and as someone who was living in NYC during and after 9/11 (thus getting a
front-row seat on the stage itself for how quickly tragedy can clarify what's most important to you)… there aren't words to adequately describe how intuitively right this feels. 💗
Not every confession needs volumes and volumes of agonizing soul-searching to happen. Besides, I
guarantee no one here wants another
Rent-a-Girlfriend.
