I’m a lesbian. All throughout my childhood, I was taught that being a woman who liked another woman was a shameful sin and would cause me to live life like a failure.
Little did I know soon it would be much more harder to bear… In sixth grade, I confessed to a girl I liked who was in fifth grade. She accepted, but a week after that I had to go to Vietnam.
We contacted each other everyday, and she even told me she loved me. But I couldn’t say that back to her, because my family found out and I never saw her again after that.
I don’t want anyone here, to go through losing someone without telling them how much they appreciate each other. I hope someday I will.