Lovesick Cold

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at his face. From the start, these feelings were wrong. A boy should not have feelings for another boy. How was I meant to live the rest of my life? Unable to bear children, slowly rotting on my deathbed as an old grandpa with no grandkids, no one to visit him.

Yet, despite knowing the reality of life if I chose to "walk this path". I kept on running. Chasing after you. Even if I stood no chance. Why was I doing this? I don't know. But I'm standing before him now, ready to pour my heart out and confess. What a stupid decision to make. Will I regret this forever? As I braced my heart, opening my eyes to his steely gaze.