Man of Courage
Today on the bus, coming back from one of the best days I’ve had in a long time, I met up with an old flame, or the first guy who ever showed interest in me. My Man of Courage.
The first guy who noticed when I changed my hair, the first guy who would invite me over for dinner, who would constantly want to be around me.
Told me today he was bi-sexual. The thing is, I knew already. But him telling me, I was a bit surprised. But at the same time, not really. Kind of when you’re about to eat a dish you hate, and hope maybe the taste will be different this time, but it turns out it hasn’t changed. Except he’s not a piece of fish (I HATE fish).
In the midst of him telling me his worries, and fears when he was about to/when he came out to those around him. Memories of our friendship filled my mind. Memories of him not wanting to go home, me breaking curfew to hang out longer, calling me because he wanted me to talk him to sleep.
Then, the other memories of him being my first kiss, of Wing Stop dates, movie marathons, late TKD workouts, dinner at his parents’ houses, everything came over me all in that 40 minute conversation.
