I'm tired of being called a prude.
I'm tired of not having a decent boyfriend.
Yes, call me gay, but does it look like I care?
Apparently not.
All I want, is a lesson.
A lesson on how to love.
But for some reason, my body isn't open to the idea. Neither is my heart.
But with a little help, will everything change?
Will that one, simple kiss change my entire life?
