Trust

I feel so great when people entrust me with their secrets, or something special to them; their trust. Like somehow, I have been accepted by them and proven to them that I am worthy. That as a person, I am important, and that the bond of trust we share adds significance and meaning into my life.
There is a girl, who I've seen every sunday for the past year, and also quite often during sophomore year. I never really knew her until a month ago, but she is so nice; she just has this ability to put you at ease and be happier than you were two minutes before. Shortly after we actually hung out together for the first time (complaining about school, the food where we were, and listening to her ipod) and talking several times on aim, she asked if I was "anti", to which I replied, "anti what?'. She wanted to know if I was against gay people.
I most certainly am not against them. Although I know people who "know" that homosexuals are going to hell and often try to argue their point with me, I know actual people who are gay. And I know them as people, and that I love them because of their personalities. (And also, there is that whole biological explanation and how people don't generally chose to be gay - it's genetic, and that it is probably in our genetics in the first place as a natural way to keep down the population. ) Anyway, so she tells me that she is gay.
I told her then, that that was cool, that i'm not anti, and that i have friends and relatives who are too, so everything is cool. I think she was trying to figure out if I would continue to accept her now that I knew there was this element of "different" about her, and was happy to find that of course, I accept her. In fact, I think I respect her more as a person, simply because she has come out and accepted herself in a society which, while more accepting now than, say fifty years ago, still sometimes associates homosexuality with a bit of stigma. And I also respect her because she has to deal with parents (hers' and her girlfriend's) who hate that they are gay, and won't even let them be together if they can help it, which means they can't see each other outside of school, ever. I admire her for dealing with that. And I feel good that she wanted to share that part of herself with me. She asked if i knew, before she told me. I kind of thought about it; i wasn't surprised when she told me. She said that she tries to hide it from some people but is more open with it with people she likes and feels comfortable with. Which in this case, was me. She put her trust in me to be accepting. And I trust her for that.