Coming Out

         I stood there gazing at my reflection in the mirror, anxiously awaiting his arrival. Everything had to be perfect. I had spent weeks preparing for tonight. This was the night that Gary and I decided to reveal our true feelings for one another. We had kept our homosexuality a secret from everyone and decided that the Senior Prom would be the best time to come out of the closet.         The sound of the doorbell caused …

…As I drifted into sleep, I heard Gary softly whisper, 'I love you.'         The passage of time has helped to ease my pain from that awful night. Because of that night, I have once again repressed my true sexuality. I should have known that we would have never been accepted by those narrow-minded people. Most importantly, I came to realize that even in today's society people refuse to accept love in all its forms.