one moment before everything
falls apart, i asked him out to
meet me somewhere private.

we had a room upstairs and
there, i made sure no one would
come in and no one would make
a fool out of me. i took a deep
sigh and looked him in the eyes.

i opened my mouth and told him
how much i liked him — i made
sure that i told him that i liked him
not because of his looks, but just
how his personality made him really
attractive.

i told him how his smile always lit
up my day, and how he spoke made
him all the more wiser; i've grown so
much respect for him for how he's helped
me throughout my journey here and i thanked
him for everything he has done for me.

before he could speak, i added in just how
much pain and possible fear i've been in
because i'm afraid he'd never accept me.

and when i spoke these things, he stood there
in shock — i think, he doesn't know how to
process everything i've just said.

a few more seconds of silence before i met
his lips on mine, he took me by surprise when
he did and i welcomed him with me kissing him
back. i've never felt more alive.

obviously, we stayed for a while in there, but
i've never been so happy in my entire life. we
did more just a few kisses, but that is a story
for another time.

i thought my story would end in pain,
but i'm privileged enough to know that
he loves me the same way i have.