For a few weeks now, a couple of people at work have been telling me about how much you like me, about how you blush when my name is mentioned or when you mention it, and about how you admire me and appreciate my kindness. For a few weeks now, I have been denying my own feelings for you. I admire your kindness, too. I appreciate when you laugh at all my bad jokes, and I appreciate when you witness me tear up at the smallest things and just let me be - let me feel things. I have always thought of myself as straight. I have only gone out with men and have never even thought of ever liking a woman. But then, upon hearing how you felt about me, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’d see you and my heart felt happy. And that’s when I knew. I am not straight. I’m queer. And I like you and can’t wait to go out with you.