I tried for years to deny my feelings for him. I’d been told they were inappropriate and that it was time for me to ‘grow up.’ Deep inside, I knew they were wrong somehow. Those feelings were real, and they somehow held keys to a part of me I couldn’t yet see.
But still I acquiesced.
It was easier to live in the world surrounding me. It was easier to play the part that was expected.
But it was a lot of work too, burying my love for him when his voice or his image brought it all back instantly.