A Beautiful Moment Amongst The Rain

That day at your fathers, it was an odd feeling. I know, I know, I keep saying this over and over. It's just, I never pictured him being the way he was.

That wonderful day, it was a catalyst that would set things off. It seems, the ones you love the most, are the ones who hurt the most.

It also seems like, all the things are enjoyable, aree somehow bad for us. At leat to others anyway. We set ourselves up for failure, like marching lemmings off of a cliff.

We never see bad things coming, all the signs are forsaken and ignored.

And not for an instant, am I placing any of the blame upon you, not for one moment.
I want to be honest, as much as I can with you.

Your father was so polite and courteous at the dinner table. He really made me feel accepted, like a part of his family. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd act this way if he knew we were more than just friends. Then again, how would my parents react?

This all raised a new question, when should I come out to my parents? Should I even do that?