Confession
January 29, 1987: Another anniversary of the day I told Luis I loved him. He didn't want me to say it. I could see that very clearly by looking at him, but I had to. If I hadn't gone up to him that hot summer afternoon after midday Mass, I would have exploded. Now, 3 years later, I am proud of what I did. Luis was the first adult love of my life.
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