Do you think kissing someone can make you more confident? ‘Cause I think that’s what happened before and after I kissed Alex. I don’t know what came over me, but there was this sudden urge in me to, I don’t know, be a better me.

I didn’t stop thinking about it when I was walking the drunken Alex to our apartment. I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I was in my bed (hence, me making every breakfast food imaginable to stop that little train of thought about how I changed). But when I wrote that note, all the anxiety, and self-conscious thinking, vanished. I started thinking about the kiss, how one peck on Alex’s lips, changed my whole being.

Even though he was drunk and probably has forgotten about it, my confidence will stick with me. I’ll be more open, as little of a nervous person as I can be. I’ll stand proudly, and stop being so self-deprecating. I’ll come out to my close friends and family. I’ll scream at the top of my lungs the fact that “I, Benjamin Eugene Baker, am bisexual and am in love with my (childhood) best friend; my roommate; my one and only; my soulmate -- Alex.”

( I won’t say that all to his face, though, I’m not that confident .)