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There. I said it. I got it off my chest.

I hated growing up homosexual and not being able to experience life the same as my straight friends; I hated not feeling welcome when they giggled about boys because I couldn't fully understand the exciment around it and I just wanted the conversation to end; I hated the way those same boys started looking at me but I couldn't comprehend why, yet.

I hated my teenage years - those were the worst. I met a girl who showed me what true friendship was or that's what I thought. "I've never kissed somebody", I confessed one night at her place and she saw an oportunity I hadn't so she pulled me close. The kissing became a daily activity but so did my prayers, my confussion and the secrets I started keeping from my mom.

We stoped talking -I stoped replying- 'cause she had already discovered the path to my heart but I wouldn't let her get to my soul.