I didn’t understand why our friendship felt different when I met you in ninth grade. I didn’t understand why I felt more like me when you were around. I didn’t understand why I wanted to cuddle with you in Spanish class & laugh with you in P.E. & sneak off with you in drama. I didn’t know I was queer at the time, but I knew what we had was somehow special. It’s been 7 years since we spoke. I still think of you sometimes.