To the girl who I can rely on sharing gay shit with, who is filled with impulsivity, and recommended Dickinson to me. To the girl who helped me to find my identity, pushed me to take risks, and stuck with me even if I didn't understand why. To the girl who will never be mine, is right about being one of my regrets, and gave the most mixed signals I've ever received. This poetry is dedicated to you, my Sue.All Rights Reserved