the confession.
when we lived in the same apartments together, and rode the bus together you sneezed. you had a snot train about a foot long and i told you not to worry about it. i even got you some kleenex after everyone got off so you could clean up the mess. you asked me not to tell anyone. i promised i wouldnt do so. i told you it wasnt a big deal and never mentioned it again.
the visual still makes me sick to my stomach today. 22 years later.
i love you
the confessor