I don't know what I was expecting when I moved into my new house, independent for the first time. Certainly not this.
When he first came to greet me, all I could think of was how gorgeous he was, and how much I wanted him. Maybe it was odd that a guy was pining for another guy…but I didn't care. After that, everything was beautiful to me.
I cherished the time we were together. He would smile at me, and I would melt. I was always wondering when the best time would be to tell him I loved him, that it was true love and I wanted to be with him always. I was so childish back then.
It never even crossed my mind that I might be rejected.
One evening, I headed out to his house to tell him. I never even considered that he might not like guys…that he might not love me. That's why, when I saw him there, kissing that girl…it was almost if time had stopped.
I was running…running without even thinking. The tears were so think in my eyes that I didn't even know where I was going. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I stopped. Familiar footsteps were coming closer…I didn't want to open my eyes, because if I looked, it would just make everything more real. I remember thinking I wanted to die…he must've thought I looked so childish. He's probably laughing…
Gentle pressure against my shoulders…then warm, loving hands against my face. Reluctantly, I open my tear-stained eyes, and as I feared, there he was. No doubt I was surprised when he pulled me in for a deep kiss. On my neck, my ears…He stopped only to whisper words that sailed across the wind:
"Lust is different from love".
I needn't be scared anymore.