You were a lesbian with comphet. You forced yourself to like men, even though you didn't. You only seemed to like the unattainable. Not to mention, you liked the idea of having a boyfriend, but not the person himself. You wanted male validation so desperately, even when you clearly didnt like them.

You wake up in the middle of the night to a text from your boyfriend. You sigh and put your head in your hands, thinking about Momo. You were nothing more than his girlfriend. You were unhappy in your relationship. You wanted to stop your feelings about Momo. You'd try to make excuses and stupid reasons to not like her, but to do that, it would take stopping the world.