You had sex when you’re 14? that’s your choice, you go glen coco, that is okay
You don’t want to have sex till you are married? That takes guts and that is okay
You have a fuck buddy in highschool? Not everyone likes commitment and that is okay
You are asexual and don’t like sex? That’s your sexuality, embrace it, that is okay
But you know what isn’t okay? Shaming people for their sex lives, that is not okay.
Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.