FROM: hourtohour notetonote
TO: bluegreen118
DATE: Sep 3 at 4:58 PM
SUBJECT: Re: This
I cannot believe you are doing this either. Does that sound weird? I hope it doesn't. I hadn't exactly thought you would respond. I mean, I'd hoped you would, I just didn't think you'd actually do it. Am I even making sense? I'll stop rambling now.
Honestly, Blue, I have never read a post before that spoke to me the way your post did. It is almost scary how well you worded my feelings. Because, you see, I'm gay too.
I have never actually admitted that to anybody. It feels weird seeing it written on a computer screen. Yet no matter how long I look at it, that is how it is. I am gay. I am incredibly, 100% gay.
My name is Jacques. Nice to meet you, Blue.
-Jacques
I cannot believe it. I simply cannot believe it.
I refreshed my email countless times, opened and closed the message even more, yet no matter how often I do all that, the words don't change. He is gay too. Jacques is gay. And for some reason, that makes me really happy inside.
There is a part of me, though, that isn't too happy about this development. Had he not responded, I would've been able to write the comment off as if had it been a joke. Now, however, I can't ignore it anymore. Jacques is a person, a living, breathing person, and he seems to want to know me. Do I want to know him?
It could be a joke. Jacques could be a figment of someone's imagination, created to mess with me. It could very well be one of those jocks from school, getting a thrill out of messing with the gay kid.
Every part of my body that is thinking logically screams at me to ignore the email. Or maybe even better, to tell Jacques that this has all been a big mistake, that I can't talk to him any longer.
My fingers, however, aren't thinking logically.
Before I know it, I have a response typed up, ready to be sent. I hesitate, though.
Am I ready to do this?
One quick glance at Jacques' email, and the logical part of me is shut off.
Live a little, Bram.
I hit the send button.
