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Converted late bloomer

This past few months have been different for me. A different me.

It's hard. Confusing. Gone gaga. Phew! Those crazy moments.

And now, I've come to this point and validate myself that I can love a same love.


Started having this feeling when an office mate and I always go out after office to run. As my usual, I treat a friend special especially if he/she is the apple of my eye. I surprised her with gifts, send her text messages, treat her a meal. I'm really fond of her.

It made me confused. So I did some research about identity. What type or what kind. I asked a friend of mine (she is my office mate too) who is a Psychology graduate from a renowned college in Manila, about bisexuality. She is curious not surprised actually. She has a hint that there was a reason behind all of this. At first I hesitate to tell her but then I decided to spill the beans so she can understand me well. After all the no holds barred, she was in a 'that's-why-you-act-like-that' reaction. Luckily, she has a thesis way back in her college days about bisexuality. She gave me a copy of it. I read the whole thesis in one sit. Every details of my personality was confirmed after I read the thesis. Every actions and feelings was validated.

I also seek advice from an office mate who is known in our office as female bisexual. She advised me well about it and the do's and don't s. Haha.

One day, I decided to tell it to her. Her reaction? "That's okay, but see, I'm straight. But I can still be your friend." Her reaction was a relief. Relief for getting this off my chest and relief from the fact after I've confess it to her, she's still my friend. Woohoo! :)

And so it goes. I started hanging out with friends of friends who have the same thing in life. I felt free with their company. I felt that I belong and be whoever I wanna be. Real good feeling! :)

At the end of the day, all that matter is love and respect for each and everyone of us. Whether you love a guy or a girl, love and respect is the main thing.

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