A Million Pieces

She leaned in to kiss me.
"Hannah?"
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Hannah."
She smiled at me.
"Hannah."
She said she loved me.
"Hannah."
She leaned in closer.
"Hannah!"

I don't even know when I figured it out. But right after I did, she told me. She told me she was in love. She was in love with me.
I think that's when I started avoiding her. I guess it was shitty of me to do that, but she was breaking the law. I mean, girls aren't allowed to love each other. I suppose it isn't fair like that, since guys can be homosexual, but not girls. I'm not sure why it's like that though. No one really is.
But even if she was breaking the law, it was wrong of me to avoid her. After all, she was my best friend. And, to be completely honest, I think part of my avoiding her had to do with the fact that I might have wanted to break the law too. Only I was too afraid to do it.
I wanted to though. She and I both knew how bad I wanted to break the law into a million pieces.