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Over a decade ago, I found her, under a tree, and I knew I had to know her for the rest of my life. I was only 11 or 12 then, but I knew she was my person. We started dating soon after we met, and I asked her first. We were torn apart, not once, but twice, by her parents, but never truly lost contact or our friendship. I spent a long time dating men, I carved myself into the perfect fairy tale princess and had my happy ending; I ended up marrying a man, everything was perfect. But it wasn’t. I wasn’t. I wasn’t a girl, I never was, and I didn’t feel attracted to men, I never did. I knew something wasn’t right, until she and I started spending more time together. She realized she was a woman, I realized I wasn’t a woman, and we both realized we were lesbians. I came out to my husband, who understood and supported me and is now a close friend of both of ours, and my now girlfriend and I are dreaming of our wedding day in the next few years. The funniest part? Neither of us ever verbally broke up with each other.
More like happy 15th anniversary!