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Your Best Kept Secret, and Your Biggest Mistake
0 ReviewsI was in love with him. He was in love with me. We were together. I lost him. The story of a love gone wrong.
I was in love with him.
He was in love with me.
We were together.
I lost him.
Here’s what happened ;
We were together for almost two years when he told me. He told me that he was gonna tell his father that he was gay. His mother died when he was only four years old, so it was just him and his father.
I didn’t want him to come out though. I was happy for him that he loved and accepted himself. Of course I was. But I didn’t want people to know. I was afraid that they would think that I was gay too. I am, but back then I was seventeen, and I just couldn’t have people knowing it.
I saw the pain in his eyes when I told him that he had to choose between me and coming out to his father. He said that he couldn’t hide it anymore. He made his choice. And it wasn’t me. So I wished him luck and said goodbye. It broke my heart, but I had no choice. I gave him one last kiss and left, knowing deep inside that I was making a mistake.
Two months later I couldn’t take it anymore. I missed him too much. So I went back to their house. His father opened the door, looking exhausted. He had become so much older in those two months. I asked him if his son was home. He asked me if I could please come in. We sat down at the kitchen table. He told me that his son had came out to him a month before. He hadn’t accepted him and kicked him out. He also told me that he knew about what had been going on between us. I then realized that it wasn’t that bad if people would know. I asked him is he had his address or if he had any idea where he was. But he didn’t know, he had just disappeared. I promised that I would try to find him. He thanked me. When I was about to leave, he asked me if I could till his son that he loved him very much, if I would find him. I promised him and left.
It’s more than ten years ago, and I still haven’t found him. His father died four years ago. But he doesn’t even know. I don’t know if he’s still alive or not. Maybe he’s happy now. I will never stop looking for him. Because what I do know for sure, is that I’m still in love with him. And leaving him like that was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. I will not rest before I’ve found him…
a/n : Thanks for reading. If you like it, please leave a comment =D
He was in love with me.
We were together.
I lost him.
Here’s what happened ;
We were together for almost two years when he told me. He told me that he was gonna tell his father that he was gay. His mother died when he was only four years old, so it was just him and his father.
I didn’t want him to come out though. I was happy for him that he loved and accepted himself. Of course I was. But I didn’t want people to know. I was afraid that they would think that I was gay too. I am, but back then I was seventeen, and I just couldn’t have people knowing it.
I saw the pain in his eyes when I told him that he had to choose between me and coming out to his father. He said that he couldn’t hide it anymore. He made his choice. And it wasn’t me. So I wished him luck and said goodbye. It broke my heart, but I had no choice. I gave him one last kiss and left, knowing deep inside that I was making a mistake.
Two months later I couldn’t take it anymore. I missed him too much. So I went back to their house. His father opened the door, looking exhausted. He had become so much older in those two months. I asked him if his son was home. He asked me if I could please come in. We sat down at the kitchen table. He told me that his son had came out to him a month before. He hadn’t accepted him and kicked him out. He also told me that he knew about what had been going on between us. I then realized that it wasn’t that bad if people would know. I asked him is he had his address or if he had any idea where he was. But he didn’t know, he had just disappeared. I promised that I would try to find him. He thanked me. When I was about to leave, he asked me if I could till his son that he loved him very much, if I would find him. I promised him and left.
It’s more than ten years ago, and I still haven’t found him. His father died four years ago. But he doesn’t even know. I don’t know if he’s still alive or not. Maybe he’s happy now. I will never stop looking for him. Because what I do know for sure, is that I’m still in love with him. And leaving him like that was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. I will not rest before I’ve found him…
a/n : Thanks for reading. If you like it, please leave a comment =D
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