I was in 6th grade when I realized that I was gay. I kept looking at girls and thinking about what it would be like to kiss one.

I told all of my friends and I soon came to realize that they already knew or had a feeling that I was gay. All of them accepted it and now they double date with my girlfriend and me.

The hardest thing though was coming out to my mom. I told her in a letter that I was gay and she came into my room and told me that she loved me no matter who I love and decide to be with.

Now I am openly gay and sometimes I get stares but people have to accept you for who you are. You would be fake if you didn't.