Fall for the same sex person

Back then, the term LGBTQ hasn't existed. Or at least it hasn't been known infamously as it is now. Back then, I befriended a boy. He was my very first friend when I stepped into first year of elementary school. He was the first one to talk to me, and we would run around the track field together during lunch or break time. With that, I have always grown with a sport background.

I was the tomboy girl in the my year, I excelled in sports, sucked in maths. I was famous for arts, sketches, drawings and painting, but I was also known for my boyish character. I hung out with boys. I eat lunch with a boy. It was always easy to play with a boy. Girls were always slow, they were afraid of how rough the boys played, they were scared of little insects, they played barbie dolls, gossips, and other things that I didn't find engaging. That was what I thought, until 7th grade. Maths were beginning to sink into my brain, and girls began cheering me when I played basketball.

Then a new student came.

She was pretty. She was elegant. She had drawing skills way better than I am. She was smart. Boys liked her too. And I had also gradually grown interest into her, so I tried to be friends with her, and it worked. It was fun, it was ecstatic, she was the most amazing person I've ever met. She wasn't as good in sports as I am, but that's the cutest thing about her; she was always trying her best. She looked like she has no flaws, even in the way she ate, sat, walked, talked, they were all seemed as if she was one of those court princesses. She was purely elegant amd full of grace. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I liked how she smiled, how she laughed, and I wanted her to keep smiling and to keep laughing at my jokes. Of course, I didn't realized that I had a huge crush on her. Then the boys started their pursuit too. I grew jealous. She was so naive, and she gradually began opening up to more people. She used to be afraid of little insects, like crickets, and I liked how I could protect her with little things like that. I liked how she depended on me.

Things went downhill after 8th grade. We were separated in different classes. I still liked her despite of her not talking back to me or when she had other friends now. I still liked her until we entered freshman high school. She was still the most elegant girl I've met. But then, I knew she didn't need me anymore. She had more friends now, and she was one of the popular people in our year, and I'm somewhere off with fewer friends that I felt no enjoyment with. It was nice to see that she could still smile and laugh as brightly when I used to be with her though.