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Weird that I’ll be old enough to die for my country but not to buy beer.
that as long as Jon was looking at me, everything was going to be okay.
This made his lips purse and twist into that smirk he has that makes me weak in the knees. Why do I feel like such a rock star when I make that smirk happen?
“I don’t wanna freak you out,” he whispered. “I just wanna kiss you.”
It was the first time I understood what true courage looks like. It’s not throwing a punch, or making a tackle, or fighting back. It’s forgiving somebody who treats you like crap and giving them a chance to make it better.
I wish I could tell everybody I know about what it feels like to just be myself. I wish I could explain in words how good it feels to be honest with another person about who I am. This is who I am. This is what it feels like to be loved. It drives away every fear. It makes everything seem possible.
Last night she cried and told me that it would be easier to go to my funeral than to have me be gay.
Jon showed me that I can control something: being honest. First with myself, then with the rest of the world.
Sometimes you just need that one person who really sees you—who sees through all the plays you’re making and all the fakes you’re trying to throw.
Maybe that’s how “it gets better”—not because other people change, but because I do.
