“There’s something you’re not telling me,” she says finally. “And look, I get it if you don’t want to tell me. I can’t force the truth out of you. But you need to know that I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to, okay?” I nod and offer her the most genuine smile I can muster. “I know.” “Also,” she reaches out and touches my hand. “I need you to know that there’s nothing wrong with you.” I stare back at her and feign confusion. “W-What?” “There’s nothing wrong with you. No matter who you like. Okay?”
