Holding the Man

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akain's pov !

"the journey of my coming out"

We believe we want to believe that believe. We believe what we need to believe. Maybe there's no difference between wanting and needing. I don't know. What I do know is that the truth can evade us, hiding behind our black spots, our preconceptions, our hungry hearts that long for quiet. Still, it is always there if you open our eyes and try to see if we really try to see.
When I came out almost a year ago, there was nothing but blindness.
My parents had threatened to disown me, whilst others merely dared to accept the fact. I was at a constant of drowning myself with shameful comments, until I met him.
Everyone believed it was just a 'phase', however I was knew he was simply just the one.
It'd had taken me years of courage to own up to my own sexuality, but now that I have, I have no intentions of backing out.
Although he made it clear he was straight, I knew I wanted him, ever since primary school. He'd been my best friend since kindergarten & he still proceeds to be my best mate, but I would never expect him to think of me to be anything more.