Secret Crush

I thought I was straight but now i’m not so sure. I have never felt this way about any women before. Ever since I saw you wearing that rainbow colored bracelet my life has never been the same. I noticed you in a whole new way. I never would have guessed you are a lesbian. I have a huge crush on you. I put on make-up and get all sexy for you, even though you will never see it. I day dream about you all the time. I imagine us making out passionately. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you, but I am too shy. I don’t know how you will react and anyways I think you have a girlfriend. All I have is my memories of your sweet beautiful smile

Picture of two blonde men sitting, their legs covered by a pink blanket, drinking out of mugs - one with the Finnish flag, one with the Swedish flag. The bigger man has put a flower in the other’s hair, and the smaller man is laughing nervously, while the bigger man is watching him, his face expressionless.Secret reads:We’re fifteen. I’m a lesbian, and you’re unsure, though you think you’re asexual and homoromantic. I say we’re exactly like SuFin from Hetalia, with me being Finland, and you being Sweden; you’re tall and stoic, don’t talk much and you’re not very good at communicating with people - I’m the smaller one, who attempts to keep the conversation going, and I’m trying not to be so awkward.
I know you like me, and I think I like you - or at least, I want to like you…
But the thing is, you don’t react to things or act like other kids our age - you’re clever in academic things, like maths or science, but when it comes to things like talking, getting jokes and keeping a conversation going, you just can’t seem to do it.
I know how you feel - I’ve been through that phase, and I promise I’ll never leave you, even if you stay just friends. I’ve kissed you on the cheek, and I almost kissed you before, but I just couldn’t do it. I’m sorry…
The thing is, I don’t know if I could ever be your girlfriend, because when we talk, a lot of the time it’s like I’m talking to myself when I was 10. I know you don’t mean it, and I’m being patient, because I abolutely will never give up on you.
Also, the way I see it, we’re both “bottoms”; we both need someone to help bring us out, so I don’t know how a relationship would even work.
I’m really sorry…

Picture of two blonde men sitting, their legs covered by a pink blanket, drinking out of mugs - one with the Finnish flag, one with the Swedish flag. The bigger man has put a flower in the other’s hair, and the smaller man is laughing nervously, while the bigger man is watching him, his face expressionless.

Secret reads:
We’re fifteen. I’m a lesbian, and you’re unsure, though you think you’re asexual and homoromantic. I say we’re exactly like SuFin from Hetalia, with me being Finland, and you being Sweden; you’re tall and stoic, don’t talk much and you’re not very good at communicating with people - I’m the smaller one, who attempts to keep the conversation going, and I’m trying not to be so awkward.

I know you like me, and I think I like you - or at least, I want to like you…

But the thing is, you don’t react to things or act like other kids our age - you’re clever in academic things, like maths or science, but when it comes to things like talking, getting jokes and keeping a conversation going, you just can’t seem to do it.

I know how you feel - I’ve been through that phase, and I promise I’ll never leave you, even if you stay just friends. I’ve kissed you on the cheek, and I almost kissed you before, but I just couldn’t do it. I’m sorry…

The thing is, I don’t know if I could ever be your girlfriend, because when we talk, a lot of the time it’s like I’m talking to myself when I was 10. I know you don’t mean it, and I’m being patient, because I abolutely will never give up on you.

Also, the way I see it, we’re both “bottoms”; we both need someone to help bring us out, so I don’t know how a relationship would even work.

I’m really sorry…

Please, help!

I’m 15 years old. I’ve had two boyfriends. I really thought I loved the first one… But then i discovered I didn’t, so I broke up with him. Since I was 11 years old, I’ve stared at girls in street, but I’ve never told this to anyone. That’s the reason why I broke up with him… And also the reason why I made the second one my boyfriend. I don’t want anyone to notice I like girls. I had to break up with the second one because I couldn’t take it any longer.

I like my best friend, she’s a straight girl… An homophobe girl, also. I don’t know what to do. I dream about her every night. My dad is homophobe too. My mom is too worried about her own problems, she doesn’t even speak to me… I don’t know whta to do… I cut my hair really short, and I dress the most boyish I can, and my classmates are starting to notice something out of normal… They’re starting to treat me different (badly).
What can I do? I’m desperate. I really just wanna die. 

I’m a Christian, and am conflicted with my “sin”. All my life I’ve felt attracted to girls, and acted upon it at an early age. My neighbor and I would practice and do things 2nd graders shouldn’t even know about. We would kiss, grind, give hand sex, and even oral. Since that, I’m afraid to be touched at all.. especially by a boy. 

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