But she never just accepted me for the way I was.
But I'm no hero. I had to keep my dirty little secret. The worst sin I committed was holding it in; letting the secret blacken me.
Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.
There's always a way out. All you have to do is take it.
...the man of my dreams is a girl.
She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.