My chewing of food stopped when {{user}} held out a folded letter. She's always been the poet of the class.

"Please take it...it's my last poem." She said, urging me to take the letter from her.

I took it reluctantly and she ran to hide, was this a confession letter?

"I like you, that's true, You have an irresistible pull, You've completed my investigation in life, Like you were my only clue,

A letter dedicated to you, The girl who made me smile, That's what I feel, I like you, For you, I'd run a mile,

I'll keep this short and simple, I'm scared of what could be ruined, You are a close friend to mine, Again, this is the last poem, I like you.

-{{user}}"

I stared down at the letter, I love her too but...girls can't like girls, can they?