It was one night, one night only. Although it wasn't, it turned into the classic addiction mistake. That, I'd never thought that would be me.
     From what I can remember, it was a late Sunday night. I had been feeling monochrome in my colors. I had Unknowingly been wondering around town with only one thing on my mind. My superiors swore not to publish my newly finished work. It was a drop, a large crash in my mood. All but despair had left me in that temporary state. That's when I found myself In a bar of the homosexual decent. That night was filled with whizzing, and whirring. Confusion, dizziness fresh in the air. All was but overwhelming for that state of my mind.
     I believe I had the classical red-wine, and I began to talk to the bartender across from me. I could recall no more than that. What I do recall is that I woke up next to this man, the following morning.
      I'd never really thought of my sexuality. Though now it's on the frontline, and I have many questions. The man, Freidrech has been helping me with that.
      It's funny, he is such a kind man and yet there is something odd about him. I have yet to decide whether this is positive or negative, Whether it's what keeps me distant, or keeps me coming back. Honestly, I feel he is my limelight and he gives me purpose. Yet again, I dare not leave him to himself.