I met the first love of my life when I was 17. This person treated me like I was a queen. I was lavished with kind words, gentle actions, and the kind of romance every girl dreams of as her “prince charming.” There was just one problem, this “prince” was a man, and I knew deep down that I was a lesbian. I could not have ever asked for a better person to be with. Never before had someone treated me with such respect and love.
I tried to put the …