I recently took a chance on love – a big one! And although I still have faith, for my first go-at-it I failed. But think about it – I did it! I made a decision. I fought for it. I failed. And I’ve never been more proud. Most importantly from what happened, I’ve realized that you have to take big chances, for yourself and on yourself. Otherwise, you’ll never know.

I’ve only been “out” for two years – baby-gay – and I’m still figuring “it” all out. But I have to give myself a little credit, treat myself well and embrace the unknown…easier said than done… But look how far you get in two years. I used to not believe in Gay Marriage and now I can’t wait to find my husband. I can’t wait to wake up early on a Sunday with him and go hiking, only to finish the day sitting on a park bench in his arms, watching the grass grow. My head in the nook made by his head and shoulder.

The most impressive prescription given to me when my heart broke is that you have to fall in love with yourself again. Surprisingly, everyone who I spoke with – gay, straight, young, old – conveyed this sentiment in more words or less. And as weird as it sounds…I feel like part of the group. I feel like just another guy. I guess, I feel “normal”.