I cried for what seemed like days. My mom is my best friend and luckily, had been there for me throughout each and every feeling I’d had.In that mom...nt, I knew I had to come out. When we got home, I went straight to my room. I closed the door, sat on the floor in the corner by my bed, and I started crying. My anger switched to fear. I started calling different friends, hoping I'd hear something that would give me the courage to come out to my family. One of my friends had come out a few months. "Shhh, it's ok sweetie. Let it all out," cooed Amy.It seemed to be things like this. Just letting me cry while she satthere rubbing my back. My old mother never did things like that. Shewas always too absorbed in her work. The same went for my father. Itwas several minutes before I had stopped enough to talk."there, there. Feel better sweetie?" asked Amy. She kept stroking myback making me feel very warm inside. I was very confused emotionally."Uh huh," I whispered."Alice wanna talk about it?". Candid ones of them sitting on the couch, and posed ones before they went out on dates. She told me that she took all those pictures to remind her of what love was like before reality set in. I personally think she took them to remind her what it was like for the two of us before everything became “real.”For those of you who are married, you know it’s a full time job. Over time love begins to slowly erode. Some find themselves growing apart. You both want out of the relationship but are too. I was fascinated. Each of her mini-lectures ended with our own intimate research.In college, most of my time was spent writing computer code. It was an addiction, so I seldom dated. My first sexual experience was at a party my junior year. The girl had an addiction as well and almost dragged me into bed. It was embarrassing since I had no idea what I was doing but exciting. I had no idea about a woman's expectations. After that first time, I took time off from coding and got laid whenever I.