***
That was what Xian himself had said earlier that day.
Then and now, he meant every word of it.
But he had only made the decision to be accepting of the full spectrum of love. He had now rejected the rejection that he’d been conditioned nearly all his life to feel when it came to the topic of same-s*x relationships.
With regard to himself, however, he had made no definitive decisions yet.
However, for this decision to have caused him to have such a dream, at least indirectly…
Could it be…?
The line separating “accepting” and “becoming”… was it perhaps so thin?
‘Well…’ Xian thought, calming himself down as he stared up at his dark bedroom ceiling. ‘Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But damn, that dream really was something else…’
Almost without quite meaning to, he
