It certainly isn't a surprise that I am a gay man. Most of you know that I spent years struggling with my sexuality. I was very lucky to have one specific supportive person in my life to help me make the final leap to become a self-realized person.
Here is the story as I remember it:
She was an Army Brat. Her family had moved around a bit and landed in Tucson, AZ. We met while training to be Ballroom Dance Teachers. We had answered the same ad an started the training together.
After growing up in a rather sheltered Catholic/Hispanic household, her 1980's asymmetrical haircut was the craziest thing I had seen (other than on that new channel, MTV).
We liked the same music, she was easy to talk with, she had similar political views....what was NOT to love? Was she the one for me? Why not? Didn't I deserve love? She certainly did.
We moved in together. A one bedroom. Time to play house. Boyfriend and Girlfriend.
Many apartments later and years of living together. Fighting together. Loving each other. She knew ever thing about me including my continual struggle with who I was. I was always faithful to her, but she saw it in me. She loved me enough to tell me that she needed to move on, and that I needed to come to terms with myself.
Today, she is my best friend. She has always been there for me. I will do my best to always be there for her. Thousands of miles separate us but I feel her love for me every day. We don't speak regularly. Life has gotten in the way of our regular communication, but when we do speak, it is as if the years and distance melt away.
Her love helped me to deal with my internal struggle. Having her in my life kept me from becoming one of the statistics that we are reading about today. Yes, I was the one that had to do the work, but I never felt completely alone or unloved.
This is a love letter from a 42 year old gay man to a 42 year old straight woman.
I wouldn't have made it without you. I love you.
Thank you.
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