My First True Love

Let me just start with my story about the first person, who loved me for who I am, not because of my wealth or strong, powerful family.

My name is Angel, I'm turning 18 in a couple of months, I can't wait until I get my presents but mostly I get to spend time with family and friends, which is a really pleasant time.

Not too long ago, about a year or so I met this boy called Devonte through my friend Beatriz, the plan was eventually to hook me up with him but the more and more Beatriz tried to find someone that would love me for who I am, the more I fell in love with her, it didn't occur to me at that time that she already loved someone else, called Giselle. After I found out my heart broke into pieces, it was more painful than being stabbed, I cried for days straight, Beatriz knew what was wrong, well at least I thought she did, but it turned out to not have been what I thought it was. I wanted to tell her that I loved her but I knew there was no hope left, I knew I couldn't stop her from loving Giselle, I knew I would only lose her in the process so I kept quiet, I could feel the pain building up, I just wanted to be with her. My sister tried to comfort me which helped but, everytime she asked what was wrong, I couldn't bring myself to tell her as my family was against LGBT, in that very moment I had a plan but I knew it wasn't right so I forced myself to stop.

Later that day, I was sick of having to deal with the pain, I called Beatriz told her how I felt and all of that.

The response I got was....