Out

Dear Straight People,

Coming out is not as easy as it looks.
Coming out is years of waiting and watching and experimenting and observing my mind.
Coming out is looking at yourself in the mirror and not even knowing who you're looking at.
Coming out is looking at your family, who said they would love you no matter what, and wondering if that was really true.

I came out to my best friend after school.
She paused.
And said after a while that I had broken her heart.
Little did she know that the feeling was mutual in myself.
She told me I had to come visit her so that she could find me "a nice boy."
I didn't want a boy.
I wanted a girl.
A specific girl.
A girl with blue eyes.
A girl with long brown hair cascading down her back like a perfect waterfall.
A girl who looks amazing in a skirt.
But she was straight.
I would have to come out to her one day.
When I no longer had a crush on her.
Because, straight people, in our society today, coming out is only acceptable
When it is no longer applicable.

Dear Straight People,

Coming out is not easy.
Coming out is really
Really
Hard