Telling

That moment your spending the night with your friend,
And you start to talk about who you like,
About your friends.

When she asks;

"Who do you like?"

And you blush and look down.

"It's not important." You say.

"Do you still like him?" She asks while sitting up and looking at you.

"It's not a him." You look down.

Waiting for the disgusted looks and words that will come.

When you look up you see a giant smile.
She's not looking at you any different.

She accepted you...for you.