I once fell in love with a beautiful boy at my first workplace. He had some gay mannerisms but I couldn't decide and frankly I didn't care

He looked so androgynous. We talked a lot, I didn't know why, because I never really talked to anybody. That was the first time I fell in love. I've never told him. When they fired me I was only concerned about how I'll never see him again.
A few years later we met once on the street and he was still looking and behaving the same and my face became red very quickly as my memories started to surface because at the time I was now dating a girl

What I felt towards him wasn't in a way sexually charged, it was like, admiration for a divine creature, neither man nor woman. He was so calm and knowing, like I could put all my trust in him and he could solve all my problems in a snap.
But recently, as the E started to kick in, I too rather prefer Sly's looks than his

Altough I really like to look at the androgynous runway models but it's more like nostalgia, "how I used to love that boy so much..."
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