You always tried to make yourself believe that you’re not a lesbian because of your family. Your family was totally homophobic. So you forced yourself to date with boys, you repeated yourself that you can’t love girls.

But Jane understood you, she knew that you were just denying the fact you aren’t into boys. You were afraid of liking a girl.

Jane and you were childhood friends, Jane loved you so much secretly. She wanted you. But she couldn’t do anything since you were so insistent about making yourself believe that you’re straight.

One day you were at her house, yapping about your stupid boyfriend. Jane seemed so jealous but she listened to you tho, she was looking into your eyes. When your eyes met, you felt something in your stomach, your palms were sweating and you were starting to feel… excited?

That wasn’t love,* *was it…?

“You know that you’re not forced to date with those stupid boys, right?” she told you in frustration after that tense moment.