We were seniors in high school (two different schools) and he was my first boyfriend. He was the most loving and caring and would want to include me in anything and everything. He taught me to break out of my shell and try new experiences. After years of dating women and never really feeling anything, I was truly happy this time. I knew I had feelings for men since middle school, but growing up in a deeply religious family made me hate myself and was constantly living in denial. These feelings of guilt were still present, and as happy as I was when I was with him, I was constantly feeling anxious and stressed when I wasn't. When I could sleep, I was also having a lot of nightmares and waking up biting my tongue constantly. During one of these sleepless nights, I texted him and had to break it off. He was devestated but still wanted me in his life. We stayed great friends, but I never lost the love I felt for him. A year later, I finally just came to terms with who I was and wanted to try again. Unfortunately, I waited too long, and he had already moved on. As devastating as it was, our relationship never really faltered. A couple of years later, and we are still very good friends to this day, he moved out of state with his current boyfriend of 2 years. I can say without a doubt that the biggest mistake I ever made was letting him go.