Kristina was my best friend in high school. She and I used to walk home together every day after school. We usually ended up at my house. My parents would create delicious concoctions in the kitchen, and I'd serve us one big plate with two forks, and without a worry in the world about portion sizes or calories, we ate a meal together after school.
One day, I confessed to Kristina that I was attracted to her, and like the amazing person that she was, she didn't even bat an eye. She smiled and told me that if she were interested in women, I would be the one. She reassured me that she wasn't, of course, interested in women, and she carried on our friendship without any kind of negative reaction or awkward changes. Nothing changed after that confession except for the weight off my shoulders.
My name is Janelle Costa.