The Revenge of One Humiliated
I look at her, I look at her and I know, I know she is right to ask that question, that she has the right to know, that she needs to know, to help her sister, to understand her, to accept her, to love her, to be there for her, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, and I answer her, in a voice that does not tremble, that does not crack, that does not break, a voice that is mine, that has always been mine, that will always be mine, no matter what happens, no matter what she does, no matter what she says, no matter what she chooses:
"For six years, Liora, I have loved her for six years, since that night, in London, in that bar, in that room, in that bed, in her arms, since she left, sin