..Is that blood? I thought, OH MY GOD IT IS BLOOD, MY COCK IS BLEEDING, Ithought. Well it wasn't bleeding exactly, as like a scratch or anything, the ...loodhad coem from inside, this was when I seriously freaked and spent half anhour with a mirror checking myself out. Ok, so there is no damage, I thought, bad news though, im having myperiod. Im, a boy, and im, havign a period. When I had this thought I fellover onto my bed and just cried. I don't usually cry, but this lasted forages, it had to. I have to hold my breath to hear it. Yes, there it is. It’s panting – heavy breathing, and a moan. I’m not alone! I cry out, “hey I’m over here!” My voice, hoarse in quality, echoes in the chamber. The chamber is unfathomably large only realizing it as the words fade to the distance. As it does, I am startled to hear that percussive beat again. This time the pace is quickened. I feel what I can only describe as relief as I realizes those percussive sounds I have been hearing the whole time or. No man is an island alone, and can not be alone in life but better alone than with an inappropriate relationship built on compromises and endless patience of the other! I have always believed that compromise is a form of respect, but if it becomes a system detrimental to one side, what kind of relationships the two would have .... Everyone has his own vision of things, his worldview, hopes and dreams, I do not want to change anyone for me, but I would very much like to meet one, in this world. Isn't that what you were just told to do?"I kissed her thoroughly and told her I loved her again. Wendy refilled our glasses and led me to the table where I sat. I picked up the phone. "When did you know?" Know what? When did I know you were going to or that you had finally asked?" Never mind," I laughed."Joan wants to talk. Hold on." It's about time, Dad. Congratulations." Joan said. "We wondered if we would have to push you somehow, but Wendy said to wait until the time was right, so we did..