Imagine spending your whole life thinking youre straight only to fall head over heels for your best friend

I grew up believing I was straight. I probably would have gone my whole life thinking that if I hadn’t gone away for the summer and met someone who opened my eyes to the queer spectrum.

When I get back to GSU I no longer identify as straight and I’m beyond nervous to come out to my friends. Especially my best friend Brendon who is my ride or die.

It’s not that I think he’d have a problem with it, not at all, it’s more...

Imagine spending your whole life thinking youre straight only to fall head over heels for your best friend

I grew up believing I was straight. I probably would have gone my whole life thinking that if I hadn’t gone away for the summer and met someone who opened my eyes to the queer spectrum.

When I get back to GSU I no longer identify as straight and I’m beyond nervous to come out to my friends. Especially my best friend Brendon who is my ride or die.

It’s not that I think he’d have a problem with it, not at all, it’s more that I’m suddenly attracted to him and can’t stop thinking about him in a completely non-friend like way.

I guess if I look back on things we’ve always had a connection but it’s different now. And he’s still straight as far as I know… or is he?

What happens when you fall for your best friend, but you’re not the only one? Can we find our happily-ever-after, or are we doomed to get hurt?