guys saw in girls. I mean sure, there might be some good-looking ones, but what’s the appeal in some dirty slut that all the guys crave. I just like men, their toned bodies, rough skin, and their over all look.”

I rolled on my side and looked into his eyes, and with all sincerity said, “You fag!”

“Shut up, you are too!” he said and punched my shoulder. Then rolled onto his side to face me and we gazed into one another’s eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The best way to describe it was fireworks. As it became more intense, our hands began to explore one another’s bodies. He broke the kiss and just hugged me. I never felt so loved, so protected, so safe. I wanted this moment for a long time. He began to cry and I tried to sooth him. “I…I…” he began to speak but was choked up, “I think I… love you.”

“I love you too,” I said in a whisper, hiding how ecstatic I was. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Just to…hold you.”

We were enthralled in our bear hug and didn’t want to let go. Before I knew it, I was asleep. I woke up as I do so many times, clenched tightly to a pillow thinking it was Nicky, and then the events of the day crept up on me. It wasn’t a dream. This really was him. I pulled tighter and noticed he was already awake.

“Good morning, well, closer to afternoon!” he said in a groggy yet sexy voice.

“You didn’t take advantage of my trusting nature while I was asleep did you?” I joked.

“Hmm… Maybe.”

Then we both laughed, and he laid a soft kiss on my lips, igniting those fireworks again.

“I am so glad I found you, I never really thought you were gay, more hoped.”

“I felt the same way, but I had my suspicions…” I laughed and he blushed.

“Shut up.” He paused, as if to hesitate to say what he felt, “I really do love you. I hope you feel the same way.”

“I do! God it feels good to say to you, I love you Nicky!” I pulled him tight “And I will always be here for you, no matter what. It feels like I have always known you. I don’t remember when I even met you, its like one day we were just friends…” I hesitated “And maybe more now?”

“No shit Sherlock,” he mimicked my previous statement, “I think confessing our love is grounds for a relationship!”

I stood up off the bed and helped him up too. We stood there and placed one hand on his left shoulder, “You shall be my boyfriend…” I put my other hand on his other shoulder, “And my BITCH” I joked.

He went to shove me away, but I just pulled him in and hugged him tightly. I put my head on his shoulder then put my mouth up to his ear. I nibbled the lobe a little before whispering, “I love you, more than life itself.”

I had finally gotten what I always wanted, someone to hold, to be held, someone to love, to be loved, someone to comfort me, and someone to comfort. Life felt whole. I felt whole.