People deserve a second chance, right? How about a third or fourth?
But what if I can't even admit to myself who I am? I was truthful once before. I came out to one other person, and he left me broken and scarred. He destroyed the boy I was. I don't even use the same name anymore; I go by Trent now. But I survived the streets. I got lucky and I made something of myself. I'm happy, sort of.
It's Angelo who lights up my life. He's my world. My rock and my family. He's always there for me. But...


