When I was in sixth grade, I liked a boy named Sam, and I believe these romantic feelings were reciprocated.
At our first middle school dance, Sam came up to me and asked me to dance.
Although my head and heart wanted to say yes, I said no.
I went home that night pretty upset—upset at myself for saying no, upset at my shyness, my fear having nothing to say, scared of what yes would imply, what the future would hold. I was uncertain, and because of that I did no