Whoever You Are, Honey

by Olivia Gatwood

She would’ve loved to stay all night, meticulously uncovering their commonalities, developing theories about their sisterhood in a past life. That’s what women who loved each other did, it seemed; women who could only explain their love for each other through some legend of cosmic attachment.

“Seems like an unreliable compass,” Lena says. “Feelings.”

While the boys felt confident adding to their own creations, the girls were only ever carving away at theirs.