AN- Wow. Collins was the shortest but you know.. there was just nothing to write. Sweet, short and to the point. And I hope you all like it. So my story is over. I don't think I'm going to do April unless you really, really want to see it. If you want me to do a chapter with April, please, let me know. I'll be more than happy to do it.. I just don't think I'm going to do it on my own accord.
Disclaimer- I don't own RENT. I wish I did though.
I am a strong person. I believe that. I also believe that you have to be a strong person to deal with whatever you're going through. But I have to say that I am a bona fide pessimist. I always have been and always well be. Not even having the love of my life be a bowl of sunshine has changed me.
When you've got a deadly disease, one that can and will kill you, another belief of mine is you have every right to be a pessimist.
I knew that I was a homosexual when I was a teenager. It was just something that I knew. I was accepted by my mother. I always felt lucky because of that.
I never had many boyfriends through high school. It wasn't until I got to college did I meet the man of my dreams.
His name was Charlie. And for once in my life, I was in love.
Our relationship lasted for my whole freshman year of college. I was young, and in love. I didn't care that he was a a junior and only had one more year left in college.
I remember the night that it happened. We'd went out to a party with friends and I admit, we'd gotten a little drunk. When we got back to his apartment, it was like a snowball. It just sort of happened.
It wasn't the first time I'd had sex, but it was probably the best. And it was with someone I loved.
How was I supposed to know that someone I loved would never tell me that they were infected.
It took him a couple of weeks to actually tell me the truth. When he did, it took me even longer to go and get a test. I couldn't believe that a person who said they loved me would basically give me a death sentence. I would have figured he could've at least told me. But he didn't even do that.
After I found out I was positive, he was the first person I told. It didn't take long for him to up and leave. I found out he'd transferred schools. It was the most heartbreaking experience in my life.
I dropped out of school after that and went back to live with my mother. She helped me through everything I was experiencing. I eventually finished college a few years later.
And I eventually met the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
I may still believe that I have every right to be a pessimist but you know, I enjoy my little ball of sunshine. She does manage to keep a smile on my pessimistic face.
