More of a story than a confession.

I had a friend when we were in junior high. She was my best friend. We hung out together and did everything together. When we were fourteen she went on a family trip to Europe to see her relatives. The separation was devastating. I emailed her constantly and she emailed me constantly. I told her every time I sent her a message that I loved her and I missed her. She told me the same thing.

On one email, she asked me just how much I loved her, if I loved her enough to be her wife. Because that is how much she loved me. She wanted to get married (this was all before marriage was legal).

when she came back we got in bed and we got naked and did everything. We could not get enough of each other. For the next several weeks we got in bed naked several times.

Before school started I went to my mother and asked her what she would think if Maddy and I got married. Instead of getting married to guys.

I was told that I was too young to know, that at that age I would love her, but that didn't mean that when I matured I wouldn't want to love a boy just as much.

My mother was wrong. I never did love a boy. But Maddy did.

She is still my friend, and my closest friend, and I know she loves me, but her path took her away from me.