The Christmas I Loved Her: A Sapphic Christmas Story

“Don’t you know?” she said, leaning close to me until her mouth was a mere inch away from my ear. “I’m too hot to get burned.” Amanda moved back and winked at me.

“I’m single for many reasons, asexuality being one, another being because my exes would have never done this for-” she stopped herself like she had said too much and went silent

squeezing shampoo into tiny travel bottles,

We went to the car, and Amanda fell asleep in the passenger seat. I had difficulty focusing on the road because how cute she looked curled up in the seat distracted me. She didn’t have the right to be that adorable.

Nope, five years of therapy later and I learned that yes, I am traumatized, but no, it has nothing to do with my sexuality.”

“I don’t mind if you watch,” she said slowly. “I know you like it.”

I realized this day would be the happiest and hardest day of my life. On the one hand, Amanda, my amazing Amanda, had just claimed me as her girlfriend. But, on the other hand, I now had to deal with my family.