When the Gay Heart May Not Grieve

I was never taught to mourn the end of my early relationships.

Patrick Paul Garlinger
May 15 · 6 min read
Photo by Maico Pereira on Unsplash

he moment my eyes alighted on W’s picture from my middle school yearbook, my heart quickened.

In the 8th grade, I had an enormous crush on a 7th-grade boy. The problem was I didn’t know it was a crush. No one explained to me that boys could have crushes on boys. It was 1985…