Roxy is gone, and I don’t know what to do except write.
We got set up on a blind date, if you can believe that. I was 16, still very much in the closet — even to myself, really. We got Thai food, and I felt awkward because I knew things were never going to work on a romantic level, so I was kind of a dick to her. She probably should have written me off as an asshole, but she didn’t. I think she recognized a kindred spirit, something I soon picked up on as well. As weird as it was to imagine dating her, it was even weirder to think of her not being in my life.
High school was not easy for either of us. The more we talked, the more we realized we liked each other more than almost anyone else we actually went to school…
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