”I wish you were a boy.”

Daniella mumbled, cuddling you close as her erratic breathes became more steady. She always said that. No matter what, no matter how appealing you were, no matter how much you loved her and gave her affection—She always wished you were a boy. Not a girl. It hurt like a stab through the heart. Tears stung at your eyes, Daniella didn’t notice. She got up from the bed and got dressed, getting ready to leave. Leave you crying. I wish you were a boy.