Dear: Someone From My Childhood

To my one and only girl squeeze: Fulo.

I remember you crystal clear. I mean, maybe not crystal clear. I was single-digit aged for goodness sakes. I don't remember what you looked like, or what your personality was like. I just remember that I liked you, and I remember who you were to me. I don't remember how it happened the first time, I just remember having serious make out sessions that sometimes ended in intense fully clothed grinding. I never felt guilty or bad (I've never reeeally had a moral compass) even though I knew if we were ever caught, I'd get whipped to my bare flesh. It was my first illicit affair. And it was hot.

Where ever you are, I remember you. And when my sister bumped into you a few years ago, and you told her to tell me you said "Hie" you should have seen my face. My sister doesn't know - you see. The only way she'll know is if she reads this hahaha! #confessionsession

Anyway. Even though I don't do girls - you are evidence that I'm capable of doing girls. And even though we were hot, and had I "known" exactly "what to do with it" I probably would have done it - I'm not interested in pursuing vagina. Is that strange?

-brief gay moment - Maybe I'm one of those people that are more attracted to people who are attractive to me. If I ever have another female episode, I'll dissect this thought, because that will be my evidence -end gay moment-

I hope you're good, well, and happy.

Gabi