I told him. Fulton knows I'm in love with him. That's weird to say, he
knows I love him, and he told me he loves me.
Wow, Fulton loves me. It seems like just yesterday I was crying with the frustration of not knowing how to tell him. Wait, that was yesterday.
He got me confused, mixed up so much I can't figure out which way it up and which way is down. I don't want to know which way is which. He made me feel so good today, I forgot what was right. But I do know that Fulton is right.
I love how he told me as well. He cared about what I would say and thought about what he would do before he actually spoke, which is unlike what he normally does.
I'm gay and I have a boyfriend. There's nothing I've been happier about in my entire life and I've had a lot of happy moments. Fulton is.
Charlie Conway, not someone everyone expects to be gay. My mother and Bombay know. They're the only ones besides Fulton who do know and I'm glad they're not ashamed of me.
Bombay is my mother's third husband, so maybe I should start calling him Dad. But it's weird walking in the door and seeing Coach Bombay sitting in the living room holding my mother and caressing her face. I still call him Coach.
I want to shout out to the world Fulton and I are in love. There's a smile on my face and I can't get it to leave, and I don't want it to leave. We're together.
He's asleep actually. Next to me. I'm in his room and he fell asleep, all the emotions tired him out. They did me too, but I'm also wired on him love, his confession of love.
He's holding me. His arms are wrapped around my waste and he's spooning me. We're in perfect alignment and I can feel his chest expand and contract when he breathes. I can feel his, uh-hm, when he pulls me closer than let's go. His hands are draped together on my stomach as we lay on our sides.
He keeps trying to lay down flat on the bed, his back on it, but I'm comfortable this way so he brings his body back. His breath is on the back on my neck, tickling its way down my back.
I'm falling deeper in love with this man and that's scary to me. I don't think I can fall for him anymore than I already have but I am. I've been in love with him for the past two years.
I want to shout to the Ducks that Fulton loves me, that I love him. I want to go up to Connie and tell her that she can be disgusted all she wants, but I love him. I want to tell Julie to back off my boyfriend.
My boyfriend.
Wow, Fulton loves me. It seems like just yesterday I was crying with the frustration of not knowing how to tell him. Wait, that was yesterday.
He got me confused, mixed up so much I can't figure out which way it up and which way is down. I don't want to know which way is which. He made me feel so good today, I forgot what was right. But I do know that Fulton is right.
I love how he told me as well. He cared about what I would say and thought about what he would do before he actually spoke, which is unlike what he normally does.
I'm gay and I have a boyfriend. There's nothing I've been happier about in my entire life and I've had a lot of happy moments. Fulton is.
Charlie Conway, not someone everyone expects to be gay. My mother and Bombay know. They're the only ones besides Fulton who do know and I'm glad they're not ashamed of me.
Bombay is my mother's third husband, so maybe I should start calling him Dad. But it's weird walking in the door and seeing Coach Bombay sitting in the living room holding my mother and caressing her face. I still call him Coach.
I want to shout out to the world Fulton and I are in love. There's a smile on my face and I can't get it to leave, and I don't want it to leave. We're together.
He's asleep actually. Next to me. I'm in his room and he fell asleep, all the emotions tired him out. They did me too, but I'm also wired on him love, his confession of love.
He's holding me. His arms are wrapped around my waste and he's spooning me. We're in perfect alignment and I can feel his chest expand and contract when he breathes. I can feel his, uh-hm, when he pulls me closer than let's go. His hands are draped together on my stomach as we lay on our sides.
He keeps trying to lay down flat on the bed, his back on it, but I'm comfortable this way so he brings his body back. His breath is on the back on my neck, tickling its way down my back.
I'm falling deeper in love with this man and that's scary to me. I don't think I can fall for him anymore than I already have but I am. I've been in love with him for the past two years.
I want to shout to the Ducks that Fulton loves me, that I love him. I want to go up to Connie and tell her that she can be disgusted all she wants, but I love him. I want to tell Julie to back off my boyfriend.
My boyfriend.