Blurb:
When I was in middle school, I met a little boy with a limp and a very pretty face.
His eyes were big, his pupils dark. When he looked at people, his eyes would curve into a smile, and his face was always so pale and clean.
Then, as if possessed, I kissed him.
My father slapped me and said that being gay was a disease, the most disgusting disease of all!
I didn't know what was wrong with me. My heart always hurt, and I would cry without realizing it. Was I really sick?
Terrified, I ran away.
I didn't want to be sick.
Later, I heard that the little boy with the limp had died.
Theme: Love doesn't need to be something you run away from.
