The hug was familiar, but it felt wrong... This was her cue to kiss me on the lips and tell me that we'd be together-together forever and always, wasn't it? This was meant to be the first step in our tandem march to 'happily ever after.' Paradoxically, however, when she told me she was happy for me, it made me sad. This was meant to be an us-moment. In my head, this whole narrative had been unfolding like a love story... Not some pseudo-coming-of-age tale centered on my personal self-discoveries about my sexuality. But it seemed like there was a glaring discrepancy issue between our individual perspectives, our respective points...