The Boy With Wings

This is not about a boy with wings, but about a boy who made me feel so special i could fly. This story is about our 3 week anniversary....... Hope you enjoy

My days are the same a repetitive cycle that never ends. I only hope to be able to get out some time but that door wont open till I am 18. And so far I still have 2 more years. My mornings start of early 6am to be exact. I get up get dressed maybe take a shower, when my mom doesn't hog the bathroom, I clean the cat box and brush my teeth and get on the bus. Its so repetitive that i still know exactly when im going to be screamed at for doing something wrong. I always wish something would change and today it would. I got to school and wanted to share my story about coming out to my homophobic parents to help kids that are struggling like I did. But there was this story suggested to me that i read, and I liked it a messaged the author to tell him i liked the story but little did I know it would turn into something bigger. That bigger thing would turn into a great relationship of a life time. You know when your first name is the same as someones last name something is meant to be. And that's how it started. We have many things in common like our homophobic parents for one, or our love for each other in 2nd. Most most importantly our names. My last name is the same as his first name, i mean how is that not meant to be. 

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hahaha i loved this, it was great....dont worry in two years you'll be free. in two years just run outside spread your wings and fly to him.