the first time i laid eyes on jennie, i immediately knew i was gay for her.

maybe it was her flowing, wavy hair cascading down over her shoulders, effortlessly perfect from every angle, every time of day.

maybe it was her gorgeous eyes, dark chocolate brown pools that shined with confidence and intelligence, pools that i could immerse myself in forever.

maybe it was her lips, soft and supple, blossom pink, just like the delicate petals of a light rose.

maybe it was her personality, how witty and savage she could be in one moment, how irresistibly cute and sweet she could be the next, how regal and elegant she could act, like the queen she is.

or maybe it was the petals fluttering down to the bathroom floor as i gasped for air, clutching at my chest, lungs constricting, throat slowly closing up.