A Good One

He's gay.
I have evidence this time. 1] One of the first times I went to his room and used his laptop I saw a gay porno. 2] He looks gay. 3]He went to a GayLesbianBiEtc meeting without telling anyone. I was only there by coincidence. Luis [also gay] called me and told me about this thing called the Guess Who's Gay panel that he and Keisha were going to. I went, Keisha didn't show [hum?], and there was Thomas sitting in the back. Everyone there was gay. He told Amber and I that he had somewhere to go, but when I asked he didn't tell me. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!! What the Fuck is wrong with me that I can't fall for a fucking straight man. SHIT!!! He's so damn fine and smart and tall and brown and talented. Those should have been the first signs, shit. That and he hung out with me and wanted to be with me all the time and touched me. But he touched me, continuously and he sleeps on me and he makes me laugh and he touches me. DAMN IT!!! I refuse to believe this bullshit. I refuse to let him go, not just yet. But it makes no sense, no the sense is perfect, I don't make sense. All the signs are there but he touches me. Like when we were sitting out in the sun that day, back to back, head to head, and he got up and he rubbed my knee for no reason. Or when he runs his fingers along my arm when I'm next to him. Or when he says that he loves me under his breath when he thinks I can't hear. "What did you say?" "Nothing" [Looking guilty] fuck. No.