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We met in school by accident. They tried to beat me up and I felt helpless, I mean I was only ten. When they were about to punch me, he ran over and protected me. That's when I fell in love.

After that we became closer than ever. Best friends even.
My love for him grew as time went by but I could never bring myself tell him because... His parents disapprove of gay rights. They say it's against the meaning of life. They say it's pathetic and disgusting and I would be lying if I said that didn't hurt me cos it did.

When I was 18, he was 19 and he confessed. I was taken a back at first because he was taught to discriminate gays. We started dating after that. And my life for once felt complete.

It was fine at first. We were able to have secret make out sessions and manage to sneak in a couple of pecks and we had A date. Just one date at the abandoned skate park with the basketball court. He had memories there and I wanted to relive them whilst making new ones with him. Everything was perfect before...

They caught us. He was on top of me on the bed and we were making out. Then his father barged in and pulled him off of me. I was petrified and he was too. I can't remember what happened after that and I certainly don't wanna remember.

That was the last time I saw him because after that... We broke up and he started to avoid me. He started to switch sides on the streets whenever he'd see me and if I did bump into him, he'd rush