So I got in third grade, my depression got a bit further down and I wasn't really into any guy at all.
But then while we were playing she touched my thigh, I felt loved in a certain way. I was figuring out what this feeling meant, was it just friends? Am I bisexual? Am I a lesbian? I was really confused. I started searching online at sites like wikihow, which helped pretty good actually. I figured out I was a lesbian, at least I thought so.
So after one or two months I went to my mom and said to her: 'Mom, I like somebody..' 'That's greats sweetheart.' '...and it's a girl' certainly growing up in a country as The Netherlands isn't that hard for a girl who likes girls. So my mom just told me that she would always love me no matter what and that I could be who I want and love who I want. Then my dad came in and asked why I was crying and my mom told him I liked a girl. He was actually happy, because he thought there wouldn't come any guys to our door. Little did he know that I am a bisexual. I thought about it and I realized I had never really loved a guy the way I loved this girl. I wanted to be with her all the time and kiss her and make out and have her in my arms when I fall asleep.
I told another friend, who turned out to be bisexual to, and she fully supported me and another straight friend of mine was really happy for me and actually nobody I have told until now has ever said something bad about it.
So yeah, I liked a girl and I have been trying to figure out if she liked me back. I loved how she was very touchy, hanging on me hugging me, putting her legs against mine, putting me on her lap. I felt really happy at those moments. But I still hadn't figured out how she thought of me. So I decided to come out to here. I sent her this video:
COMING OUT - THE OFFICIAL SONG by Ally Hills
https://youtu.be/z3ECU6xtp68 (actually really amazing, it worked really good and when I was at her house last time and I played it to here she was like, it was so much fun and amazing and she can sing really good and stuff)
So by then she knew I was gay, and I hoped that she would say she was a lesbian to, but she didn't but she did fully support me. So I invited her to come to my house to stay over, and she told me she was proud of me already knowing I was gay, because she couldn't have figured that out because she didn't know that because she didn't like anybody. So I knew she didn't like me, we had built really great friendship and by not telling her I liked her nothing got broken. I knew she didn't like me and all the feeling I had for her disappeared and she started to only feel like a friend to me. Which I am really happy about, because she is a really great friend and I would like to keep that this way.
