chelseigh:

Hey. You like girls. No – you love girls. You know and I know, but sometimes you need to hear it, for the days when it’s especially hard to accept. I don’t know why it happens; I don’t know why when you hear her laughter, your insides pirouette (never a trip, or a knot, always graceful, choreographed to the lilt of it). I can’t tell you why the nights are easiest when your mind is filled to the brim with her. I can’t even begin to answer why everything settles into place with her, how she can deconstruct the anatomy of you: take and rearrange your bones, rattle them free of burden (notions of ‘what ifs’ and ‘I can’ts’).

What I do know is that trying to deny it all would be like trying to pry away your shadow. But it’s always with you, regardless of whether or not you’re looking.

Though, some days you need to hear it. Some days you need to hear, “you’re not faking,” or “this is real.”

Sometimes, you just need to be reminded.

Hey.

You love girls.
Nothing about that is fabricated, and everything about it is splendid.