Sometimes I can feel my bones creaking under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
I'm only 17, and I already feel like I have so many regrets. I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Not one that mattered at least. I don't think forced kisses with any random girl at a party should count as a first kiss. In a way, I wish they did. That way I could convince myself, and wholeheartedly believe, that there isn't even the slightest possibility I would be gay. I don't think I'm gay. Or at least I didn't. There were doubts of course. I mean everyone has them right? The big question. Am I? Aren't I? How would I even know? It's not like I had ever kissed a guy.
It's not like I always had those thoughts though. I had a standard childhood. I was happy, healthy, and there was nothing out of the ordinary about my life. Up until I was about 13, any thoughts about my sexuality would have been rare afterthoughts which came up at the back of my mind at 3am. At the time, I guess I was just relishing in the moment, trying to enjoy the bittersweet experiences of childhood.
That is, until he came along.
Looking back on it now, I would say we were destined to have met, that our love was written in the stars. We were meant to be together, and if not in this life then every other one after. Which in the end, was exactly how it turned out.
After all, stars crash, burn, die.
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I told the stars about you..
RomansaTwo boys from different backgrounds. Two different stories, both perfectly intertwined with each other. Can they make it work, all will they crash and burn? After all, it is written in the stars.
