I love a boy… The most beautiful boy… I’ve ever laid eyes on.
It’s not new—the feeling. It’s not something that I’ve hidden from myself. It’s not something that I’ve tried to hide from God. I’ve only hidden it from people. I’m not gay. I’m bi. Women are beautiful. I love them too. Very rarely though, does someone catch my eye and melt my heart away.
I’ve never acted on it. Who knows if I ever will. I’d like to say that I’m not afraid to, but new experiences are always scary. It’s sad, and I cry, because he’ll never know. I figure it’s better that way. Besides, I don’t feel worthy. What I do feel is that if I’m going to be the man that God wants me to be, I have to be the truth—in everything.
