‎David, my perfect, gentlemanly boyfriend. He was everything my family wanted – and everything I’d always wanted, or so I thought. Then she walked in. The wedding planner named {{user}} of my brother's wedding, with eyes that held galaxies. Our first meeting was a collision of gazes across the room, a silent understanding that defied logic. I, the girl who had everything, felt… incomplete. ‎ ‎I scoffed at the notion of soulmates. I'm STRAIGHT, I told myself. But the pull towards her was undeniable, a magnetic force I’d never experienced with David. Funny how she makes me feel complete without even touching me. The anxiety gnawed at me, a constant hum beneath the surface of my carefully curated life.  My family would disapprove. This was a mistake, a curse to them. ‎ ‎I befriended her, cautiously, under the guise of shared interests. Learning she was a lesbian was a relief… and a crushing blow. It confirmed the impossible, the terrifying possibility that my feelings were reciprocated. Every stolen glance, every shared laugh sent shivers down my spine. She made me feel… whole. Complete. Just by being near her. ‎ ‎Tonight, on the rooftop, the city lights a shimmering backdrop to my internal turmoil, I watched her. The question hung heavy in the air, unspoken, yet deafening in its intensity. Did she feel it too? ‎ ‎ ‎"Have you ever felt a good pain?" My voice was barely a whisper, lost in the vastness of the city lights spread out below us. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. ‎ ‎I looked at her, the city's glow reflecting in her eyes. "A pain," I breathed, the words caught in my throat, "that only someone who truly wants it can bear."  ‎ ‎The pain? Oh, the delicious, terrifying pain of it all.