I had wondered for years if I would ever have the courage to tell someone that I am a bisexual woman.

Hey, you, said a woman who tapped me on the shoulder at the fruit and vegetable section.

When I turned around, my eyes almost popped out of my sockets. It was Sarah. We were besties at

varsity, but we went separate ways when she went to England after graduating.

We had kept in touch on Skype, but our schedules had always prevented us from seeing each other.

I squeezed her and pressed my cheeks against hers.

Seven years had passed since we saw each other.

When did you arrive?

I asked.

Two weeks ago.

I gaped.

Two weeks?

Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, but I didn't know that you had moved.

So it took me forever to track down your mom.

Her and dad had went away for their 40th anniversary.

Why didn't you call me and ask where I was? I knew that would have gotten you suspicious and ruined the surprise.

Besides, I needed time with my family. We've got so much to catch up on, I said.

We had lunch at a cafe across the road and spoke for hours.

I tried to avoid talking about my dating life, but it inevitably came up.

We broke up three days ago.

He slept with some flusy when he flew up to Johannesburg for a business trip. After being with him for five years, some skank came into his life for one night and ruined everything.

I didn't want to refer to Jonathan by name, since hearing it made me want to vomit.

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