Live. Laugh. Love.

onegreeneye:

This was a strange but wonderful day. Today my ex-boyfriend from high school told me that he was gay. I know what you’re thinking. Why is that wonderful? Some of you are squirming in your seats wondering how I feel about dating a gay man for so many years. And I say, after much thought, how’s it any different than any other ex?  We were together on and off for four years. He taught me many things and we grew up through the years we spent together. We shared so much, and we always understood each other. Did I have any idea that he was gay? No. I’m fairly certain he didn’t quite know it yet. Like many, he found himself after high school. He was my high school sweetheart, my first kiss, first love and when he told me the truth finally, I felt many different things, but mostly, I felt joy for him because, I only want him to be happy in whatever manner that is. I think it’s a beautiful thing to figure out what sort of person you should be with, and no matter what gender, it shouldn’t matter if you’re happy. I’m happy for him in the way someone who loves another is happy. And I’m overjoyed that this weight is finally lifted from him. We’d spent the last two years dancing around each other, the unspoken truth just sitting there, and now we’re both free. Free to be friends and laugh about old times together. Because no matter what his sexual preference is, I know he loved me, just in a different way than he expected, and I’d never fault him for that. Love has a funny way of having a number of different definitions and I’m glad that I’m part of least one of them. Besides, he deserves to be loved in the most special way by a wonderful man, just as I’m happy to be loved by someone. I think we’re both extremely lucky to have each other in our lives still even after all this time. Cheers.

MY LIFE.