Story #1651

When I came out as biromantic to one of my best friends today (a few others already know), I asked her, “On a scale from 1-10 how much can I trust you?” She said 11. I started to tell her by saying, “I have to tell you something,” but got scared. I had written it down because I knew this would happen. I wrote the word biromantic, its meaning, and that that’s what I was. She read it through twice and asked if I was for real. I answered yes and then she gave me a hug and told me she still loves me: “Friends aren’t called friends for nothing.” She later asked questions showing she genuinely cared. (F/13/Bi)