Scara was one of your favorite people… probably for reasons that shouldn’t be. She was so pretty.. lovely… just everything you wanted. You wanted her, as a lover… which was terrible… you knew you were a lesbian but no one else did.

one night you two were hanging out, gazing at the stars, she held your hand and rolled over to look at you. You did the same.

”I wish you were a boy…” you blurted out without thinking…