This has me almost speachless… very sad and beautiful story. Everyone should take the time to read this, just once in their lives.
Dear Tracy Dolan,
Every gay teenager has a different strategy for surviving adolescence. Some join the choir, some write or paint, some play sports, some try to make themselves invisible. And some, like me, make themselves as visible as possible.
You were the first girl I pretended to have a crush on so no one would know I was gay. I didn’t intend for it to happen, for it to be you, for it to be so easy. But it did, and it was.
I want to tell you how it happened. In another world we could have been friends. In this one, you’re the girl who told me, on the last day of school, to go fuck myself. And I’m the guy that deserved it.
She had red cheeks, a cheerleader’s skirt and a big triangle smile. Her arms and legs were spread out like she was making…
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