My friend was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
She was like a Barbie doll with big, beautiful eyes and long, blonde hair.
She was the kind of person that could make any piece of clothing, even something as corny as a pair of cherrox, look like the coolest thing ever, simply by wearing them.
The ultimate trend setter, even from such a young age.
Some people can light up an entire room with their smile.
She was like that.
Some people can wrap anyone around their finger.
She was like that, too.
Even the other parents and teachers fell weak to her charm.
She was every teachers favorite girl, and every boys secret crush.
She was the girl that all the other girls wanted to be friends with.
The popular one.
She was the friend I was looking for in the hallway every day of school.
The one that I was excited to see.
The one that was hard to say goodbye to when it was time to go home for the day.
I was happy whenever I got a hold of her first, so we could play together.
Recieving a compliment from her could brighten my entire day.
I just wanted her to like me...
...More than all the others.
I wanted to be her favorite.
I got jealous when others came to play with her.
It broke my heart when she turned me down to play with one of the others, or said that we couldn't hang out because she had already made plans with someone else.
More than anything, I wanted her all to myself.
"You know", my mother told me, "at your age, it can be difficult to know the difference between liking someone as a friend, and having romantic feelings for them".
But I knew.
I knew because all I wanted to do was kiss her.
Run away with her.
Have her hold my hand.
Promise me we'd be together forever.
I was five years old...
And I was in love with another girl.
Every summer thousands of people gather in Oslo to celebrate what is known as the "pride parade", the highlight of Oslo Pride Festival, to show their support to the gay community. Living so far from Oslo, I've never been able to attend it myself. This year the parade took place yesterday, on July 2nd, and even though it's a day too late, I thought this would be a good opportunity to 'come out of the closet' to you guys. I've known I was bisexual since I was five, and I've never felt the need to hide it, but at the same time, because I've always treated it like just a 'normal love' thing, combined with the fact that I've only been interested in 3 women and never actually flirted with or been in a relationship with one, most people don't actually know about it. But now you do. I would like to add, though, that I still find it weird and extremely turn off when people - both male AND female! - start sending me pictures of themselves out of nowhere. That's no way to start a conversation, you weirdo! Especially not when I'm already in a relationship. You could be the hottest person on the planet and I'd still find you ugly if you were offering me your body and obviously flirting with me while I am in a relationship. Being a relationship destroyer should not be a goal to anyone. And if it is, then you should be ashamed of yourself. Plain and simple.