Just for a kiss...
I am a bisexual male. I happen to like guys a good deal more.
I'm Caucasian, and I have an attraction to Hispanic and African-American guys.
I dream that I am holding hands with my dream man. When we get home from work, we share a kiss. Then dinner. Then I propose to him. He accepts. I am beyond happy. We get hitched, have a romantic honeymoon, have a family, and start our lives forever.
My happily ever after? We grow old and are still in love like teenagers.
My name is Matt. I'm 16 years old.
I'm not supposed to dream like this, but I choose to.
Why? Because even with the difficulty of breaking those barriers, and because I'm sick of hiding myself, I will always dream of my happily ever after.
Future husband, I don't know who you are, where you are, or what you look like, but I love you. And I'll know when I find you.
I will be your Prince Charming. Forever.