#willandgrace

You were tortured. And I never even thought about that. When I got to the part where you write “Grace, I don’t want to be gay. I just wish I was normal.” Oh my god, Will. That broke my heart. And the part where you said that you were thinking about hurting yourself? I mean. Is that true? Sweetie?

It was a long time ago.

Ok, look. This might be 30 years too late. But I just got smart in the last hour. You’re right. I didn’t think about your pain. I only thought about mine, because that’s the way the story of the gay guy and the straight girl is always told. Isn’t it? He broke her heart. Poor her. But you were just being who you are, and you were scared to death that the world was gonna find out and hate you for it.

And you were right. It is why I never say I’m sorry. And I’ve been playing the victim. So, I am going to say it now. I am sorry. I am sorry for not being there with you. I am sorry, Will. I am sorry for not being there when you needed me most. And I’m so, so sorry that I never said this to you before now. The fact that you are a gay man did not ruin my life. It made it so much better.

Mine too.

Shut your brassy magnificent trap!

I don’t wanna hear you sing

I don’t wanna cut your hair