Back in middle school, or maybe JUST before it, I had this big crush on a girl. I'd talk to her every day and one day I thought I'd give her something nice so I bought some coloring pencils and wrote a letter.

During second period we were sitting far apart and when the teacher stepped out, can't remember why, I got up and walked over to her desk to give her the letter. Just as I did, the teacher came back and this dude was bald so he's already mad as fuck. He starts walking up to me and asks me what I'm doing, before I can even answers he snatches the letter from my hands and opens it. He didn't read it out loud, I think, but after a few seconds he looks at me and asks if I'm a faggot. That no man would be pussy enough to write a letter.

Love has felt like something to be ashamed of since then.