Date Me, Bryson Keller

by Kevin van Whye

“I promise we’ll talk more.” Our eyes lock. “Soon.” “Okay,” I say as I climb from the Jeep. I watch as Bryson drives off. He stops in front of the neighbor’s house and reverses. Bryson rolls down the window and I bend to look into the car. “To answer your question,” Bryson says. “Yes, I think I might be.”

I choose to be happy. Because I can be. Because I deserve to be. Gay means happy, too, you know.