I have fallen in love enough times to be exhausted by it already.
I took a major step and came out to my mother almost a year ago but believe me it has taken me equally long to process it.
I know my odds and I try my best to understand the effects of being a romantic and a sexual minority.
I used to hold on to hope before, but now I have to slow down every few steps because I walk with what feels like the burden of hopelessness of the world.
What crazy kids are we?
Running around, trampling over hearts
Replacing the mundane adult conversations with heavy ones stirring our heartstrings
I have ocean currents in the pit of my stomach.
Swirling till I feel my head spin.
I have to admit that ever since I realized I was gay, I have been unconsciously distancing myself from my family.