My LoveI dreamt of my son, once. I helped deliver him in a wide shallow pool of water. From the moment I held him in my arms, I knew I finally got home. Years later, they called me to the elementary school, where he was sitting behind a pile of toys. When he looked into my eyes (for the first time in our lives) with his all wet with tears, my heart broke.I am 31 years old and gay.I never had a son.And I never will.