After all these years, I still think about you. The times I shoved you in hallways, belittled and embarrassed you, I want you to know that I am deeply sorry. I hope you’ve come to realize that this was an incredibly selfish way that I tried to cope with my own insecurities. Every time I called you ‘fag’ it felt like I was protecting myself from being called worse. I want you to know that I envied you, for having the courage to be yourself. After all these years, I still think about you. And I think about how much happier I'd be if I had the strength to do the same.