I'm not a good man. I'm not a bad man. But I've made some bad mistakes, made the wrong choices. Who hasn't? But the consequences are tearing us apart. I love two people. I love them differently. The world tells me I have to choose. Why? Why do I have to choose? Loving hurts. Dancing heals. Love makes you soar, makes you fly and sets you free--and then it lets you freefall until you're smashed and bleeding on the ground. Ultimately, love is the worst thing that can happen to a human being. In my opinion. I love two people. I love them differently. One is a man. One is a woman. And they are brother and sister.