If you want a happy coming out story, you've come to the right place. So, here's (a part of) my story. My best friend and I were texting each other the day before she was supposed to clome over. We were talking about YouTubers, and she mentioned Tyler Oakley. HER: Do you like Tyler Oakley? He's pretty famous. ME: Oh my gosh, yes! I love that someone like that is there for people. ME: Having such a prominent advocate for LGBTQ people must really be a good support for them HER: Yeah, I like that he's there for people who need that support. Little did she know, I was one of those people who needed the support. I'd just started becoming comfortable(ish) with my sexuality and was very scared to give anyone even a hint as to who I really was. But when she texted me about him and how she supported that, I just felt so relieved. This girl had been my best friend since I was 1 years old, so obviously I didn't want to lose her. I decided that if I was ready, I would tell her the next day when she came over. Well, when the next day rolled around, I was a mess. I was stressed and amazingly worried that even though she had told (read: texted) me about how she was okay with all of that, she would suddenly decide that she hated people like that and tell everyone. Still, I felt that I should trust her and so, I slipped on my mask of calmness and led her and my sister upstairs. We watched singing fails videos on YouTube for a while, laughing and then attempting to do any better. That went on for an hour or so, until my sister got called downstairs by my mom. I turned to my friend and shakily started to talk. ME: You know what we were texting about a few days ago? The LGBTQIA, right? HER: Yeah... ME: Do you know what it stands for? HER: Lesbian, bisexual, gay... ME: Lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex, asexual HER: Okay... ME: The reason I'm telling you all of this is because *voice trembles, then halts* I'm a part of it. HER: Okay. It's okay. ME: Thanks. HER: What would you have done if I had said I hated those people? At this point I burst out crying and just talking nonsense. I would've curled up into a ball and cried, I thought, all my emotions from the past year bleeding out of me. She hugged me, telling me it was going to be okay. Even though we're both not very comfortable with a lot of physical contact, it felt good to be held in someone's arms and be told they loved you for who you were. When she left, I engulfed her in a hug and whispered "thank you" in her ear. She has no idea how much she helped me, but even if she never will, she will still be my saving grace. Thank you, A. I love you so very much. You truly are this bisexual's saving grace.