I am now happily married with 3 children. Several years before getting married I lived a closeted lifestyle. I once met a 19 year old who liked to have unprotected sex. We only did it like twice but I thought he was otherwise a really intelligent and talented kid. One day I stumbled across his obituary online. I found out he died of AIDS. Every now and then I just start crying when I think about him but, until today, I could never tell anyone why I was crying.