I'm sorry, but I'ma need a transcribed version of that, because I can't read that.
I have no problem with paragraphs, but that font is killer. And at this time of night too. Ch.
4 summers ago, I met somebody, I was 19 years old. He was too. We spend that summer, and the summer after, together. Everyday Almost. And on the days we were together, time would glide. Most of the day I'd see him, and his smile. I'd hear his conversation and his silence... Until it was time to sleep. Sleep I would often share with him. By The time I realized I was in love....
This guy can really write every story and make my heart like....
And death at some of y'all acting like bi-sexuality is such a hard concept to grasp. He fell in love with a man and he identifies as Bi meaning he still likes vagina but likes men as well.