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After texting Dan, I think. I think about Dan (obviously), and I think about myself. Earlier today, I thought Dan was beautiful. Dan is beautiful. I can be straight and think a boy is attractive. 

But what if I'm not.

My entire life I have assumed I'm straight and pushed out any ideas about males in a non-platonic way, and in a platonic way because before now I haven't had a friend. 

What if I don't push out those thoughts. I have never had any romantic or sexual thoughts about females, and now that I think about it, I have had a few of those thoughts about Dan. Surely I don't like Dan like that, it's just because he's a boy and I'm, well, I'm gay. 

We are just friends, we will never be more than just friends, and even if I did like him like that, he's too good for me. He's a pretty pastel boy who is probably just a ball of happiness, meanwhile, I'm a swearing punk who is basically his polar opposite.

Even though I think realising that I'm gay should be a big thing, I feel no different. 




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