Dear Young One,
I know you are scared right now, as I have been there before. Often, I stood in your shoes watching as life seemed to pass me by. I longed, like you do now for a chance to spread your wings and take flight in the direction your heart wants to lead you. But, all too often you stop. You wait. You measure the time and distance, creeping silently to the edge of the nest like a baby bird wanting desperately to fly, but, unsure how.
All My Love, the Open Closet
PS. THIS IS JUST AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK: “The Open Closet: Letters From A Gay Man” (Available on AMAZON & KINDLE)
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