White Shirt, Black Name Tag, Big Secret
After spending years abroad trying to convert strangers, two Mormon missionaries realize how little they really knew each other.
Something was seriously wrong, though. He and I had been through some pretty dark moments together, but I had never seen him so unhappy. I asked what was bothering him and was surprised when he kept dodging my questions. Whatever it was that had him down, he didn’t want to talk about it.
After one too many lulls in the conversation, I decided to fall back on my original plan and tell him the only thing about me that he didn’t know.
“I’m gay,” I said, bluntly.
The darkness in his eyes gave way to a hesitant light. He looked down for a moment, then back up to flash that quick, familiar smile. “Me too.”