At first we seemed to hit it off famously. That is... until religion entered the picture. At least on his side. In fact he still pokes fun at me, calling me a "looney" from time to time whenever I bring up certain viewpoints of Christianity.

But I suppose there are worse things to be called... and for dishonorable reasons.

And he means it all in good humor.

In the beginning, there were so many days we spoke about faith and beliefs.

Extended emails or high heated debates on AIM about the rights and wrongs of Christianity. Most of the time which I spent defending it.

We spent months getting to know one another and talking back and forth by email almost every single day. And that's when the struggle started.

I started to have feelings for Michael. And at this point in my life it was about the worst thing that could happen.

In my younger years I had spent ages dreaming about love and convincing myself that any fabricated emotion for any guy equalled love.

During which I had made a foolish mistake of telling one or two men whom I got to know fairly well