I thought I was prepared...well I wasn't.
We only lasted a while, she texted me. She told me that she messed up, at that very moment a felt my heart crack. Something inside my chest hurt, and I didn't know What that pain was.
She asked me what to do, I was her closest friend. I wasn't biased, I couldn't be. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't be selfish with her. I told her the best advice I could give, follow your heart...even if that means breaking mine. I love her, I wanted all of her love.
I deserved her love, so I was willing to wait for it. I thought I was prepared, but I wasn't. I screamed and I cried, the last time I cried like that was when I was about to be sent to a hospital. I wanted to die, and in that moment I could hear every part of me break a little.
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I'm gay.
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My Wonderwall
Non-FictionThe day we met. She was beautiful, her bright blue eyes and Her brown freckles. She was everything I ever wanted, but I was straight; until I met her.I knew she wouldn't even look my way, though it was only a matter of time before I fell in Love wit...
