
I am a bisexual.
I love him and her.
I am a Mr. and Mrs. Butterfly.
Being confused about her own identity is the most painful thing in the world. It brought uncertainties. The vague transition between him to her gradually consumed Mr./Mrs. Gallimard.
Can we say Gallimard is a gay. No, she is not a gay. How can you say a woman is a gay. We can only say she is a lesbian, who fell in love with another lesbian.
Both of them are pretty, and seeking for their own truth in the humanity.
They are the minority.
Why? Why I am saying Mr. Gallimard is a woman.
Why she is killing herself, she committed suicide instead of Mrs. Song. She knew that she should sacrifice for the better good. She is happy to end her life. Because she finally discovered what she is, she had no regrets behind when she put the knife into her abdomen.
Could we say she is happy? Of course she was happy to kill herself. At least she finally knew that the true her, other than being faked masculine. She did not want to pretend to be what she was not. She was happy, and left her lover behind.
Men have the responsibility to take the whole things sorted. And Mrs. Gallimard carried out the right thing. She was a bi, because she chose to put it all to an end. She had no choice but to end what she had to end. She did not evade the truth, but face herself and let the truth told.
Butterfly! Butterfly! I beckon your soul.
I can't be without you,
let it unfold,
and we are having our doll.
Let we meet up again in the heaven that we should.
I unveiled, I have told
I love you, you love me and so
we are flying as we suppose
kissing your lips of ice cold
touching your body in gentle mode
the story would never close.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Bonjour God! Is it Mrs. Gallimard's door?

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