My background: I'm a gay man; I recently came out to my friends, mostly because I met someone with whom I wanted to pursue a relationship. I had never experienced this feeling before. After much courting and pursuing, we met enough times that he remembered my name – then came love.
Eight months later, despite a few indiscretions on both our parts, I'm happy as can be. But I don't think we're in the same place emotionally. I need him – well, actually I neeeeed him – and he "needs his space." I don't want to date anyone else, and I fear that if we were to split up I'd revert to the sexual deviant I was, and he'd do the same.
Here's where the story gets on your nerves....
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