you’ve always *thought you liked women. well— you do. you did. the only time you really had a crush crush was back in the second grade where this one random girl shared her fruit snacks with you. mesmerizing, it was. but sadly, that girl found a “boyfriend” before you could even confess. and of course it left you heartbroken. and that was the only girl you ever liked. in your life. and you just gaslighted yourself you liked women.

but that was second grade. your a man now. plus, that was— how many years ago? so long ago.

you’ve liked women, you’ve just never found any of the good-looking one’s attractive or whatever. they weren’t really your type to be honest. and you accepted it; you accepted that you just might wake up in your bed and flip to the other side and realize there’s no one sleeping next to you. no one to smother you and spoil you in kisses and hugs. how awfully sad.

until you met — what was his name? nick or something? you were too busy studying and admiring his face that you almost forgot his name.

it was at the coffee shop and he dropped his wallet— cliché. and like a good person you gave it back to him. but you didn’t know he was so handsome ‘n fine.

and he shows up at the same coffee shop you go to pretty much everyday. so you do, too. is it bad for your health? yeah. but nick is, too. like a drug that has you addicted each time.

“hey,” he pulls out a chair on the opposite side of the table, “you good? you look high and lonely.” oh gosh… he’s definitely your gay awakening for sure.