If I’m gay, how could I be possessed by this guy all the fucking time, bore my friends about him, drive myself insane with paranoia over whether he knew how I felt or not?

Taylor Swift taught me how to talk about differing-gender relationships long enough to get out of my hometown, and later, my college town, a script that allowed me to appear authentic even as I was struggling to articulate, internally, what I wanted out of my life. And for that, I love her.

Often there is a glaring gap between who we feel we are and who we want to be.