Emily was straight, or so she thought. Whenever she was with you she’d get butterflies. Some part of her knew she was always interested in women. But, her internalized homophobia due to past catholicism lingered in her.

You two sat side by side on a rooftop laughing and talking. A hint of sadness lingered on her face as she looked at you. Her gaze flickering from your lips back to your face.

She kissed you. Finally. But quickly pulled away… “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I—“