✨quyquy✨ :
(1/2) I don’t think I was prepared for how emotional this video would make me. Watching it made me realize just how different our “firsts” can be, even when we’re experiencing the exact same feelings as everyone else. The first crush, the person who makes your heart beat a little faster, the excitement of wondering if they might like you back, the first heartbreak, the person you desperately want to tell your friends about… straight people get to experience so many of these things openly, without having to think twice about it. They can talk about their crush at school, tell their friends who they like, get teased about it, ask for advice, go on their first date, come home and talk about it, and when their heart gets broken, everyone around them understands why they’re hurting. But growing up queer can be so different. We still had the crushes. We still had the butterflies, the excitement, the sleepless nights thinking about someone, the hope that maybe they felt the same way. We still had our hearts broken. We still wanted to tell someone. We still wanted to experience all those little moments that seemed so normal for everyone else. But so many times, we had to keep them to ourselves. You could be completely in love with someone and nobody around you would even know. You could have your heart broken and still have to pretend everything was fine because you couldn’t explain who broke it. You could experience your first crush, your first feelings, your first everything, and still feel completely alone in those moments. And I think that’s what hurts the most about this video: it’s not that we didn’t experience those things. We did. We just didn’t always get to experience them freely. Looking back, there are so many moments I wish I could go back to and tell my younger self that there was nothing wrong with what he was feeling, that he didn’t have to be ashamed or afraid, and that one day he would be able to love openly without constantly wondering what everyone else would think. It’s such a strange thing to grieve something you technically had, because the feelings were there, the memories were there, but the freedom wasn’t always there. So many of us grew up
2026-08-29 17:18:16