We sat there in silence for a few moments after I finished speaking. Neither of us knew what to say after my confession. It was obvious that neither of us really wanted the conversation to end, and yet we didn't feel the need to continue talking.

It was weird having these kinds of conversations with her. There was something about the fact that I was sitting in front of her, having just confessed my deepest secret to her that made everything seem so much more real and less scary.

"Hey, love," I suddenly heard her say.

I looked up from where I was gazing into my lap and looked at...