In all honesty, I never really understood what it meant

To like a girl.

Because I had never felt about a person the way I feel about you.

And it’s scary because what does that mean for me?

Shouldn’t it matter more that you’re a girl?

Because I’ve never liked a girl, not until you came around.

Yet, I feel no different than before.

I am as I’ve always been and if anything has changed

It’s the fact that I’m actually happy.

 

It never occurred to me that I might be gay

Or bi, or pan, or simply confused.

But I know it feels right and if it feels right, it can’t really be wrong-

Right?

Because for a person who cares so much about what people think

I don’t care.

I don’t know myself.

But I look in your eyes, and feel your nose ring dig into my skin as I kiss you

And suddenly the question of whether or not I care what’s in your pants goes away.

 

I’m not with you for your genitalia. (although I’m sure it’s very nice)

The fact that people make such a big deal of it is even more ridiculous to me now.

Because I’m not going to spend time with you if that’s all that matters,

No, as much as I crave your body, I crave your mind more.

I crave to understand you better than you know yourself.

For you to open up to me.

And though the idea of doing this with you scares me half to death

It exhilarates me at the same time.