Wishes Coming True : Part 1

This may be a long read, but those are always the best ones lol.

Okay, so I havent posted here in a long while, since I was 18yo, I'm now 19, and alot has happened in high school, including what this story's about. It starts out with a bit of drama, but trust me it will pick up.

During the second semester of my Sophmore year, I met a group of people whom I was temporary friends with (nothing bad happened with them, we just went our separate ways after a while). Within the group, I met Glenn, a tall, tan-ish White/Italian-mixed guy. Bisexual, Pierced ear, short black hair, slender yet fit and in shape. When I first saw him I sort of thought of him nothing past an average handsome guy, like if I didnt know him and walked past him at the mall I wouldnt turn my head in awe, but eventually my attraction towards him seriously grew.

We met, we talked, I fell for him, I asked him out once and he said no. I was kinda down for the rest of that day, he felt sort of bad because he seemed to noticed that my day was ruined. A few days later, we talked again and hung out, and he even hugged me, so I thought maybe I had a chance still. A few days into our "friendship" we hung out and all of a sudden we kissed, we were sort of in the moment, so I leaned in and pulled him towards me, and before we knew it we were making out.

He was pretty happy about it and of course so was I. After that it was just a flirt-fest between me and him. Once we were sitting at a corner of the courtyard during lunch, where no one could see us, and he let me rub his thigh, then eventually I felt his boner, he told me at one point that he was around 7 inches, and he wasnt lying lol.

Then things start to get a bit depressing with me and him, we were passing notes during class and I asked him to come over my house one day. I tried to tease him by telling him all the things I'd let him do to me if we were in my bed. Then the last words I wanted to hear came out: "I think I'm straight" I quickly became infuriated with him, he tried to comfort me and pat my shoulder, but I shook his hand off me and stayed quiet for the rest of the class, I wanted to cry so bad but I didnt want to make a scene.

I calmed down later that day and was able to call his cell, we had a painful conversation where I found out that he was just confused, and that he was sorry that he had led me on. I tried holding back my tears, but he heard my voice breaking, and I finally burst after hanging up. The main images I kept getting in my head were him and other girls, how easy it would be for him to find someone, when I'm gay and while my high school was open minded, I still had a hard time finding someone because he was the first person whom I pictured myself having a relationship with in a long while, and also because every guy I liked in that school were straight.

A few days later, we hung out again and all was forgiven. We still had our down moments through-out the rest of the semester(for example, finding out that even though he's "straight" he still messed around with guys), but overall I just tried to make the best out of the situation as he was a senior, and I was a sophmore, and felt sure that I would never see him again. I took the guts to tell him that I loved him, and I didnt regret it, I meant it and I didnt take it back.

3 years later, Im all different, Im not the clingy sad person I was back in high school, Im in college now, I got a job, and things are going great. I've been over Glenn but there are times where I think about him and picture what its like to be with him. One night I was driving home from work and I see that my car needs gas, so I stop at a Wawa no more than 3 minutes than my house and I go pay inside. After I finished paying, I see someone familiar in the corner of my eye...its him.

To be Continued. Next part will be up in just a few minutes, stay tuned this is gonna be great!