I'm sick of having to defend my feelings.
You make me feel like **** for having someone I can call mine, for loving her.
It's because she's a girl.
It's because she's your best friend.
NEWSFLASH.
She's my best friend, too.
We can have the same friends.
You're just like mom -- believing that anything not like you is odd.
You don't have romantic feelings for a girl, so it's ******* sick to you.
I heard you telling our cousin what you thought about us.
You think it's wrong.
You think it's "weird".
You think it's disgusting.
Well, it isn't.
It's beautiful beyond recognition.
Such beauty could blind a person.
But you don't understand that.
You don't want to.
So you blink, hoping it will disappear.