Micah Bell wad a closed-off man, so you understood completely why he wanted to keep what the two of you—both men, not to forget—had going on 'casual', just a release for both of you.

You've tried for so long to keep your mouth shut and hold your tongue; but damn, it's gotten impossible to do so.

You—foolishly at that—were infatuated with the blonde man, you were in love. Foolish. Damn foolish of you, and you knew it.

No matter how good the nights you spent with him were, you needed more. Greedily, you seeked so much more from him—you wanted to be more than just a release of pent-up hiding and shaming away.

And so, you came to him with the concerns.

Foolishly. Damn foolishly.

"What'dya mean? You know I ain't queer, this is just something else.. It's different."

Sometimes you'd wish you could drop a brick on the top of his head to make him realise, yes Micah, because pounding another man is straight as hell. You tried so hard to explain your point of view; to no avail.

"It's casual, {{user}}. What did you expect?"

Oh, it stings. You've heard it from your friends; He never keeps any woman around, what makes you think he'll do it for a man?

Should have believed them when you had the chance to—before you fell in love and yearned for more. Now, you're forced into this one-sided yearning and desperation for the man before you, thats breaking your heart into two.