It was 6th grade
my social studies class
my best friend
Sam, really my

                                                    only
friend in there.
I didn’t really talk to
or hardly understand
anything about other

                                                    girls
I wasn’t into makeup
I wasn’t obsessed with
boys, clothes, or hair.
I was just there,
    
                                                     for
only as long as
completely necessary.
One day, I looked at
Sam, and felt a
    
                                                     love
Not just a friendly one.
I wanted to kiss her.
It scared me to want
something like that