You are just thirteen years old. A girl in your math class tells you she likes you. You giggle and tell her shes your friend and you like her too. You even decide to invite her to your birthday party right then and there. She looks at you sadly and tells you thats not what she meant. For a moment you think you feel your heart flutter. Thats silly. Girls cant like other girls in that way.

You just turned fourteen. You glance around at your party, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Shes not there of course. What were you expecting after you ghosted her last year?

You walk into your freshman year math class. of course you'd see her again in another math class. You notice her immediately. She looks just as beautiful as always, her freckles glittering just like they used to. You can't keep your eyes off of her. Your heart races as you scream at yourself to stop acting this way. Girls don't like other girls. At least that's what you tell yourself. Then why does it feel like your heart is falling out of your chest as you watch another girl hold her hand? Another girl, holding her hand. You blink back tears as the only thing you're left to do is watch. She doesn't even look at you. Although I guess it's what you deserve after ghosting her.

You're fifteen now, you have a boyfriend. He met your family and they all love him. But do you? You never feel how you felt around her when you're around him. You tell yourself you're silly. So eight years later when he proposes you say yes.

You're walking through the mall when you bump into someone. "Oh l'm so sorry!" You recognize that voice as the same one you hear in your dreams. You're looking at your best friend from sixth grade. You're looking at Sarah. The finger your wedding ring is on feels heavier than normal. She looks at you blankly. She doesnt recognize you. You can only mutter a sentence. Two words that hold much more meaning than she realizes. "i'm sorry." You can't help but stare as she walks away. You look at her hands. There wasn't any ring.