We talked on the phone for 1 hour and 8 minutes.
She kept trying to hang up so I could go study for a Bio test but I kept talking anyways. Then finally she was like alright we should really be hanging up right now and I was like wait I have to tell you something.
Her- "What is it?"
Me- "I don't want you to hate me. Will you love me no matter what?"
Her- "Of course... What is it?"
Me- "I'm gay"
*even longer silence*
Me- "Did you hear me?"
Her-"I don't think so."
Her- "I don't think you are. You're too young to know. You might change your mind."
Me- "I'm not going to change my mind."
Her-" Well have you ever had sex with a girl?"
Her- "Then how are you sure? You might change your mind."
Me-" Have YOU ever had sex with a girl?"
Me- "Then how do you know that you're not gay? There's a double standard. If it was normal to be gay and I said I was straight then it would be unnormal to be straight"
Her-" You better go study now."
Her-" Well I guess I love you either way."
Me- "I love you to."
Thats basically how it went. I'll remember that conversation forever. She also said some stuff about how a lot of teenage girls "feel that way" and how with what I've been through could affect the way I think.
I don't need her acceptance, just her to know and now she does.
I haven't cried yet. I felt like there was a weight lifted off my shoulders (its cliche, but true) I've come back down to earth now though. I still have to tell my Dad,but I don't know when. Its not like my parents talk or anything so mom won't tell him. T talked to her today and she didn't say anything about our conversation either.
She never said it was a phase, but she made it sound like she thought that's what it is. I haven't talked to her since then either. I'm going to let her call me.