i. Placing his hand on mine, I sigh in content. The feelings of adoration kept at the brim of my eyes, making my cheeks flush. Your lips part in a smile with your feelings coming through in a glow. You’re the boy I want to spend my days with and I hope you stick around long enough to figure out how I like my coffee.

ii. She grasps my face with tears down her face. I try to smile through my own salty waves of emotion. I’m the one who made her cry, not in pain but in joy. As I brought her a giant bouquet of her favorite flowers. Showering her in gifts and poems of my love for her. She’s the girl I love and I’m the girl she loves. The fever of passion fusing our lips together.

iii. He’s beaten and bruised, dark patches of colors covering his pale skin. It’s forbidden to love another man. But the feelings we share are intimate, attached, and fond. An aged man with sunken in eyes and alcohol on his breath won’t stop my heart from beating for this boy. So I bite my thumb to him and take my love where it is safe.

iv. I tucked myself away and pulled on my best dress. Caking on the powder and lipstick, feeling more beautiful than I have ever felt in the drab clothes of a male. I never felt like myself, but now I do in glamorous drag.  With boys and girls fanning over my every whim, because I am beautiful and nothing and no one will tell me otherwise.