I cried.

Of course no one would be surprised by me saying something like that.

"Clyde was crying?"

That's not a question that gets asked a lot.

So, I suppose my tears mean nothing to anyone anymore.

That bothers me and it doesn't at the same time.

"I think I might be gay."

"You're not."

That's how the conversation always went. Anytime I brought it up with anyone, that's what they would say.

Until you.

"I think I might be gay."

"And?"

If never heard that from anyone before.

"What?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh, this guy."

"Okay."

"Yeah, this one guy. He makes me feel all... Fluttery."

"Fluttery?" You said laughing.

I nodded, "Fluttery. He makes me so nervous, and happy and calm."

"Clyde?"

"Yeah?"

"You might be gay."

"I know."

"So..." You say after an awkward silence, "Have you told the guy?"

"No."

"Well, good luck with that."

You idiot.

You're the guy.

After you said that I started crying.

You didn't bat an eye.

No one does.

Because all Clyde does is cry.