So, like 6 months ago I logged on to a gay-chatroom, and usually I only come across these old men with strange fetishes (no offence).
But this time I i met this nice guy who didn't live really far away (30miles). We chatted for hours and when I had to leave, we swapped cellphonenumbers. It was the first time I could talk to someone and really be myself. It felt pretty good.
The next few weeks we skyped a lot, camming, chatting,... After 3 weeks we decided to meet in real life. So we went to see a movie togetter and we ended up kissing eachother and we went to his place where I had my first gay experience (his too btw).
I didn't know what it felt like to love someone, but at that time I tought I loved him. The next few days we texted eachother a lot. But my feelings started to become less, while his became more. Every time I talked to him I felt bad for him, he always told me how much he liked me and that he wanted an other night like that.
I was hoping that the feelings I had for him that night would come back but I figure that I accually never loved him, that i just confused the feeling of being myself with love.
So after 3 weeks of being 'boyfriends' I broke up with him. And him being sad and I not, confirmed even more that I probably never loved him, and we had been beter of being friends.
PJ
But this time I i met this nice guy who didn't live really far away (30miles). We chatted for hours and when I had to leave, we swapped cellphonenumbers. It was the first time I could talk to someone and really be myself. It felt pretty good.
The next few weeks we skyped a lot, camming, chatting,... After 3 weeks we decided to meet in real life. So we went to see a movie togetter and we ended up kissing eachother and we went to his place where I had my first gay experience (his too btw).
I didn't know what it felt like to love someone, but at that time I tought I loved him. The next few days we texted eachother a lot. But my feelings started to become less, while his became more. Every time I talked to him I felt bad for him, he always told me how much he liked me and that he wanted an other night like that.
I was hoping that the feelings I had for him that night would come back but I figure that I accually never loved him, that i just confused the feeling of being myself with love.
So after 3 weeks of being 'boyfriends' I broke up with him. And him being sad and I not, confirmed even more that I probably never loved him, and we had been beter of being friends.
PJ