They thought.
They thought I was just like them.
They thought that while they talked about boys I would care.
They thought I had a boyfriend.
I told.
I told them I was different.
I told them I could still listen to them talk about boys.
I told them I had a girlfriend.
They felt.
They felt that I was an alien.
They felt that I was a freak.
They felt they could never speak near me again.
They felt I should go to hell for my love.
I spread.
I spread love.
I spread acceptance.
I spread the idea that we could coexist.
I spread the love that I felt for my girlfriend.
They accepted.