One year of my high school career, a beautiful young lady came into my eyes. I seen her last year, but never got the chance to get to know her. At the beginning of this year, my life was being consumed by depression, as I just realized I was gay and it was more difficult to tell close friends and family then most people think. While the tears soaked my pillow every night before slipping into a troubled sleep, I wished I would no longer be alone in this.
The Tuesday before homecoming in dance practice, she approached me with a flirty attitude, told me she had liked me for a while, and wanted to get to know me more. On homecoming, a lot of tears fell, but before the night was over she was mine. The next Monday after school I went to her house to work on homework; after which, we had our first kiss. That night sent me spiraling into soft, pink concrete. After that, I started smiling again. She was like the sunshine squeezing in from behind the black clouds raining down on me, causing a ra