Dear Childhood Crush

Dear Childhood Crush,

It's so weird to be browsing Facebook only to come across the first girl I ever remember crushing on. I mean, I didn't know exactly what it was when we were kids, but I knew there was something there. Your friends didn't like me, but we were sort of friends. I remember wanting to be like you because I thought you'd like me then. I couldn't be like you, though. I could only be like me.
We went to elementary school together. Those were the days when everbody knew each other. And we all knew everything about each other, too. Well, all we cared to know if we paid attention.

We went to high school together as well. I don't think we said two words to each other in high school. By then, my infatuation with you had definitely disappeared, but I knew it had been there when we were younger.

You added me on Facebook a couple of years ago. I guess just because we knew each other, not that we've ever really been good friends. I don't think we've even communicated via Facebook (or in any other way) since then.
Here's where it gets interesting, young lady. You're a lesbian. Hm.
The point of this letter... to expound upon my thoughts about being amazed at my own childhood gaydar. Thanks, reappearing childhood crush, for showing me how gay I have always been. Not that I really needed this affirmation, but I certainly find it entertaining.
Final thing; I'm sorry you're not my type anymore or I might consider posting on your wall or even sending you a suggestive poke.

Keep it gay,
Peat