Write about your first crush.
Throughout my life, when it comes to attraction, I’ve noticed an undeniable pattern: I’ve often been drawn to men who are gently effeminate, openly gay, or simply not interested in women. It’s something I’ve come to recognize in myself over the years—an unshakable habit, or perhaps a quiet mystery of my inner world.
Now at 72, I still find myself wondering: Why this recurring theme? Is it a form of self-protection, something buried deep in my psyche, or just the shape my heart chose for its longing? I truly don’t know.
I remember my very first crush back in fifth grade—a soft-spoken, blonde-haired boy who gave me a beautiful bracelet. I treasured it for years. I’m not sure where it ended up, but the memory has stayed with me.
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My Near Death Experience Arts and Thoughts 