“It would never matter to me or your father that you’re gay. Right, Randall?” Before my dad can even answer, I interrupt. “I’m not gay, though.” My parents glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes, and I know what they’re thinking. “I’ve questioned that statement many, many times recently. Trust me,” I admit honestly. “But the simple fact of it all is, I fell in love with my best friend, and it doesn’t matter that he’s a man because he’s mine.”
