On Saturday night, I told
my boyfriend I am bisexual.
It hadn't been on my
mind until he brought it up that day as a joke. I wasn't
planning on telling him until the summer came and when we were
more free and together more often. We were fighting before for
another reason and it got out of hand, so I tore up a letter I
wrote to him for our year and a half. He put the pieces back
together when I wasn't looking and read it. Now let me to you
this, my boyfriend is quite the man. He doesn't like crying
in public or even around me. But what do I see when I turn
around? Him covering his eyes and leaning forward. I didn't
know what to do, so I just walked over to him and gave him a hug,
and he hugged me back. And then we were both crying in each
other's arms and apologized to each other. Then I mentioned
that I had to tell him something and I wasn't sure that
he'd stay with me after he finds out. I told him that I had
strong feelings for another girl 2 years ago, over the summer. I
told him that I'd been hiding that for so long and that it
killed me to keep it a secret. I made sure he knew that the only
person I had feelings for was him. He let go of my hands,
and at that point, I knew I'd lost
him.
But he looked at me and said "
You're still beautiful in my eyes and if anything, this makes
you more unique. This is going to be hard to get used to, to
admit that you are, and I promise that I'll stay by
your side through it all.You're the strongest and most
brave person I know of."
And then he took my hands again and said
"As
long as you love me, and only me, you can be bisexual, straight,
or even a lesbian. You can be whatever the hell you want. But as
long as you love me and want to be with me, that's all
I'm going to care about."
