The girl next door

ted

very time someone talked about soulmates or butterflies in the stomach. Lov

tors so u see is weird being a lesbian in a pastor's family, so for now am closed lesbian, my mom w

hat's what

I me

orget how to breathe. She wasn't just another girl-I became obsessed. Obsessed with her smile, her voice, her

, not a guy. The thought of a man putting a ring on my finger neve

was okay. Smiling at memes, liking posts, typing "lol" when I hadn't laughed in days. Deep down, I was

I saw

elf

the kind that glows from within. She had this calm, confident aura. Like she knew who she was a

as th

been aching for wit

told myself not to expect too much-people ignore DMs all the time. But she replied. Not only that, we clicked.

't was

r out that

she said yes. Just like that, she agreed to be my girlfriend. That night felt like magic. It w

ke we had known each other for years. She made me feel wanted. Seen. Alive. I'd fall asleep to her voice

. everythi

ago, I noticed s

felt forced. When I asked if she was okay, she shrugged it off. Sa

something

me. She said yes, she did. But then ad

time. Every minute. Every second. And now

asn

late at night-something I hadn't done in a long time. But lately, the tears came back. Because all I wante

only person I trust completely. I told him everything-how I was fee

: "Kill that obsessio

he was saying. "How can I? It's not easy,

d, "Then you'll only get more depres

e was

won't

depre

l come back, that this is just a phase. But what if it isn't? What if the girl who once