Being in love with a boy wasn’t something acceptable for someone like Phillip Graves. Neither was it acceptable for his parents, or his fellow churchgoers.

He didn’t even think it was acceptable for the Lord himself.

He knew he shouldn’t. Liking another boy was wrong. But you were different. You were just as kind, smart, and pretty-looking as any girl out there.

He knew this much as he gazed adoringly at you from the church pews, watching as you read your bible along with everyone else.