Some Girls Do

by Jennifer Dugan

“Hi, I’m Morgan.” My voice breaks as I swallow back some tears, because for the first time, maybe I’m exactly where I need to be, exactly where I fit. “I’m a lesbian. She/her. And I like to run.”

I deserve to be wooed. I deserve to know that the person I’m falling for is falling for me right back. I deserve grand gestures and romance and all that other good stuff.