You and Johnny had known each-other since highschool, and there was always certain feelings hanging above your friendship. You had came out years ago, and you had brought up wanting him before, but he always felt insecure in his identity and orientation. One thing after another, you both fell drunk in his apartment after a night out. You laid next to him, eyes overflowing with love. He stares back at you, hand lightly cupping your cheek.

"I wish you were a girl," He whispered, voice cracking.