And I told her I knew exactly what it meant to not be sure (and be ok with that).

You're one of the few. And your intrigue stays. I'll hesitantly admit that I feel a bit awkward seeing you around school with not-quite-butterflies in my stomach. But the concentration in my eyes is diffusing in your direction and I keep asking myself what is it about you. I'm not sure when I realized it, but I think it's because you remind me of Katherine Moening. And I've always had a liking to her. She is this beautiful, lanky, sexy, dark, drug-eyed lesbian magnetic creature. (Within the confines of my television set.) And it's shamefully silly that I would like to get to know you but am warded off by intimidation.

And it's not about being gay or straight. I decided that a long time ago. Like I once told a friend during a night drive, attraction takes place on an individual level.

And I've always been a sucker for adrodgeny.

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]