when coming out catches up

i'm sorry it makes you cry, and that you're bewildered beyond compare. i know it must be very difficult. you've known me my entire life. i figured it was hard, and now i'm certain. i know this not just because i heard your tears on the other end of the phone, but because it took you the better part of a year to process it. a year. lord, it really has been that long since i sat in your pick-up truck and told you. it was me that was crying then, quietly, with my face turned away in embarrassment. i was the bewildered one that day. so alone and uncertain. so tentative and uneducated. but that has changed. and it took you until this friday to see it. i meant what i had told you. it's not a phase. it's who i am. and now you see it, and it's hurting you. so i'm sorry it's upsetting, but really, honestly, i'm happy. because maybe now we can work past this together. and maybe now you can start seeing me, really seeing me, for all of who i am instead of just who you imagine me to be. i love you, and it will be alright.