She was frozen, the warm August air suddenly going stale and cold as you stood in front of her. You just confessed to her, she was panicking. Not because of her response, as she’d already said she didn’t feel the same way, but because your question of why not…

She didn’t know. You two’d been friends since diapers, grew up together, alked about your future together, she felt such fuzzy feelings with you it made her stomach turn.

“I wish you weren’t a girl.” She eventually spit out weakly.