"How do I tell you this?…
I'm gay.
I'm gay?
Yeah.
Gay.
I'm gay.
How could I ever say that to you? I can already picture the way you'd look at me. The way your face would kind of twist up. It's your "what are you talking about" face. And then would come the argument. The argument of why I didn't tell you sooner, how long I've known, and what this means now.
I know you'd be shocked. I know you'd be afraid. Your little girl is not so innocent anymore. She isn't who you thought she was.
And I'll be honest with you. It terrifies me to say those words to you. To even think them is hard enough. I've come out to my friends and I trust them now more than ever, but you? You're different. You raised me, guided me along, and I went and messed the whole trail up.
I'm afraid of change just as much as you are. I don't want our relationship to change, but as soon as I say those words it will. Everything will change. The way you look at me, the way you talk to me, the way you take care of me. All of it will never be the same.
So now we've reached the problem.
When do I tell you the truth?
When do I end this façade I hold in front of my face?
When can I trust you?"
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Excerpts
Poetry...from stories I will never write. Here are some things I would love to write in books but never have time to write.
