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You & I - 21. Chapter 21
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To Sherlock,
Hey, I know I picked a shitty time to come out I guess. I can't remember what I wrote in the last letter, all I can recall is that I kept saying that I'm not. Man, it felt like the longest weekend in my entire life waiting for a reply from you. I figure I do have a knack for choosing the right time. Thank you. Thank you for not bailing on me or thinking I'm sick. You know the first thing when I came into school this morning, I was greeted to a fight between a couple in the corridor outside my homeroom.
Typically, I'd be the type of person to break the fight up, but not today. It's hard to explain what I've been feeling for so long that anytime I try to think about it, it's numb. I had a lot of time to myself on Saturday and Sunday, and all I thought about was I hope I don't lose the only real friend I have. From the start, you have been nothing but kind to me, and I'm incredibly grateful for that.
If you have ever been bullied by people I know, or maybe me, I'm so sorry. I never thought about the repercussions of saying what I said in the letter could be used for blackmail. Except, I'm trusting you are a more stand-up guy than me so I won't mention any more about the matter. Hell, I took your advice, and I didn't wait for you to go to a counselor. I have an appointment for Wednesday, so I'm going to see the school therapist so to speak.
Legitimately I could barely crawl out of bed this morning, but when I got to the homeroom, and I checked the mailbox, you have no idea how I felt. It was like I could exhale when I saw your overwhelming sense of acceptance within the first paragraph. I started to tear up in class. By the time I got to the end of the letter, the shortest we have had in a long time might I add, a sense of joy had overcome me. It didn't feel like I was juggling the Empire State building on one shoulder and the Burj Khalifa on the other. It was like this blanket of shame was lifted, and I feel happy now, but at the same time, I'm still a little sad, but not depressingly sad.
I think I have been battling with myself for a number of years. I can't believe I'm saying all of these things so easily when not only it's hard to admit to myself, but you also know who I am. I guess all along I just wanted someone to understand, and you do… ish. I don't quite understand what it means to be normal, only it seems as if I can breathe easily for now. The rest of my life is still a blur, but I presume I will get by.
You are right, I am hard on myself. Do you think anyone else would know by looking at me? Would you know if you didn't know me? Sorry, I'm just rooting for assurance. What makes us so analytical concerning ourselves? Why is it I seek validation from pinpointing out every flaw I have rather than trying to embrace it and adapt to make it work for me? Anytime I chase my insecurities it's like I'm hunting myself with a machete in hand.
The only thing I'm doing is carving out a more horrible presumption of who I honestly am. I'm not trying to be self-assured here, but I think I'm an okay person. I mean, I'm not stupid, and I'm good at a lot of things. I don't deliberately hurt, not unless I am trying to defend myself. So, why is it, it only takes one molecule or a problem to drown out the effects of many great.
I'm nervous about going to the counselor on Wednesday. I've never talked to anyone about my emotions before. Does it make me pathetic? Perhaps does it make me look weak? Will I have to talk about my sexuality to them?
I apologize, I'm fishing for answers, again aren't I? It's just… nevermind. I'll play it out and see how it goes. Yeah, I'll just be brave about the whole situation. Why does it feel like I'm going for a major operation or something? The anticipation is not what I expected it to be… God these last few letters really do leave a lasting impression on my so-called mental stability. I promise, I'm A-OK, and I repeat not, I'm not going to jump off a building or sink myself to the bottom of the nearest bay.
On Saturday I was looking over the old letters you wrote to me. I hope it's not weird, but I kept all your messages. They are safe inside a drawer of my desk in my bedroom. I read all the things you sent to me while I was waiting out the anticipation of what was to come today… Monday.
We were like so random and funny.
Now things are like serious… talk about a buzz kill. I have a habit of killing the positive energy in the room, huh?
I have noticed other guys in a couple different grades who might be gay, but the only person I know in our year… well, my year is him. I guess you could say I have a little crush… oh man, I'm cringing writing this, but I do fancy him just a little bit.
I find I have nothing else to say. I can't lie about it, though I just feel like sharing. You know so much about me, and I don't know anything about you. The only thing I do know is that you play an instrument, you like science, you're smart, thoughtful, and funny. Everything else is a blur, I don't know who my best friend is. My other best friend, sure he's there for me, but not for something like this. Would it be wrong to say or even suggest that I like you more? I mean, I have no secrets left. You know every aspect of my life now, and I don't know anything about you, nothing. Can you tell me something about you, something real, something Sherlock?
Anyway, I have to get going to class, you know to be the normal kid everyone wants me to be.
Later,
Max
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