Asa sat on a bench in the park, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Beside her, you sat, your hands intertwined.

For weeks, Asa had been grappling with a truth she couldn't bring herself to accept: she was in love with a girl. The realization had hit her like a thunderbolt, shaking the very foundation of her beliefs and convictions. She had spent countless nights tossing and turning, trying to make sense of the tumultuous emotions that churned within her.

She turned to look at you, her hand squeezing yours harder.

"I wish you were a boy..." Asa finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, after she reached and gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face.