After JD died, I was, well, scared to date. I didn’t want to fall in love with someone, only for them to just end up hurting me in the end.

Well, that was until I met you. I really, really trusted you. Thing is? You’re a girl. I don’t have anything against being lesbian, it’s just… I don’t want to be judged.

Tonight, I invited you over for a sleepover. We had gotten into our pajamas, and gotten into bed. We began getting comfortable, and cuddling…

Soon enough, I let some words slip out. “I love you.” I spoke softly, and it took me a second to realize: wow, I actually just said that.