How often to people sit around worrying about them being all alone while they watch everyone else around them falling in love I wonder? I thought that anyone could be happy if they acted like the type of person their crush liked or if they changed themselves to fit what everyone saw as normal, but I've learned that love, or rather finding love, is not that easy.

Some people are just born with everything that they need in order for them to be able to find people who will love them. Things like talents, money and fame, or good looks. Other people…are just born with things that other people wish they could have.

And that's…unfortunately where I fit in. I have a secret that I keep from people, but only because of personal reasons that I'm sure they won't understand. Everyone in society has their own opinions of what "normal" is or what's "acceptable" from everyone else and what's not.

For me, it's the fact that I wasn't exactly born in the body I wished I was born in. And that frustrates me. But before I go into that, I think it's best that I try to sort out my thoughts on what's happened this past week, because I still am kinda take this all with a grain of salt.

A woman came through the clouds in the sky, and claims she was THE Goddess of Love Aphrodite. I'll admit that I wasn't exactly very considerate and said she was just a delusion person who probably fell from a plane and hit her head on something on the way down, though I guess the fact that she didn't crash into the ground on her way down should've helped me see that that most likely wasn't the case.

After everyone heard what she had come down to us to say, all I could gather was that she was angry with earth for nobody wanting to find the person on earth that they were destined to fall in love. At first she sounded like she was crazy, but when everyone thought about it, it became a bit easier for us to understand.

I mean, when you take into consideration that there are so many people on earth, and for there to be so many single people out there across the globe that either think love is a lie, kinda like me, or that don't think they need love to live on, it sounds stupid for anyone, a Goddess no less, to get mad at earth for something so silly. But then when you stop to think about how that can impact people it kinda makes sense.

So after her speech the weirdest thing happened, and by weird I mean it was weird for everyone. Everyone suddenly fell asleep at the same time. I mean down to the Nano-second. And when we fell asleep, though I can't quite speak for everyone, you could almost feel that the entire world had fallen asleep at the same time.

I woke up and instantly could tell I wasn't at home anymore. I was in a large room, sleeping on a huge expensive looking bed, and I thought that I was there by myself. That is…until I heard what I found out was the bathroom door swinging open and saw a guy walking out with water dripping down his body and a towel wrapped his waist.

And that's when I ended up falling out again. I mean, who wouldn't react that way? You wake up to find a guy walking out basically naked and dripping from head to toe with water. I only got a glimpse but I could swear I thought that he was a model! I know for a fact he was in great shape from his muscle definition.

The guy had a rock hard eight pack and a broad chest and I could swear I saw his towel slipping down because I saw his abs coming down to a V-shape. I didn't catch much of his face, only that he had a smile that made me quiver in place almost like it was a really strong drug to me.

I could've sworn that that Aphrodite lady said that she'd pair us up with the person we're destined to be with, but I still can't bring myself to grasp the fact that this guy was the one I was destined to be with. That guy looked like he could smile and give a blind woman her sight back, and he kept himself in shape to.

When I passed out, I had a very…stimulating, dream. I saw him standing there in front of me, even though his face, well more the upper portion of his face I didn't get to see, was blurred out but that smile was all I needed to see for me to know it was him. He walked over to me and pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me.

Even in my dreams, I could feel my body shivering in place. It was like electricity was running through my entire body just from him touching me. I didn't know what to do! It was my dream yet I couldn't figure out what I should do at all! Was I supposed to hug him back? Was I supposed to just wait and see what he would do? Was I supposed to make a move on him?

So many questions ran through my mind and it made my head feel dizzy. I looked up at him and I thought he was trying to tell me something, since I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't hear his voice. Just when I had asked him what he had said I ended up waking up in the same room and in the same bed under the covers.

And I thought I had been hallucinating from whatever it was that Goddess lady had used to put everyone to sleep because I didn't see the guy anywhere. But when I sat up and got out of bed I heard a voice behind me and, sure enough, it was him. Again, I felt my body shiver but before I could fall to the floor I felt him catch me in his arms.

And this…is when I made a fool of myself…

He smiled at me and asked me if I was alright, and instead of giving him a straight forward answer I blushed and passed out again in his arms. This time I didn't have a dream, but it was more like I was just floating somewhere. Like I was floating in the water somewhere, and for some reason it just felt calm and peaceful there.

Well, at least until I heard him speak to me…then I wound up waking up and seeing him smiling at me. He asked if I was alright and I told him I was just off guard from suddenly being in a new place and seeing someone I didn't know. I was trying to get him to stop worrying about me, not because I didn't like him worrying about me, but more because…I was afraid of him finding out my secret…

Okay…I think I've tiptoed around explaining my secret long enough, and I'm sure it's going to get annoying hearing me go on about the guy I'm staying with now. So here goes: I'm, a girl who's in the body of a boy…I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I have the body of a guy, and by that I mean I have…well, one of those "things" boys have even though I look like a girl.

My mother told me it was just me trying to be different and claims that there's nothing wrong with me, it's just my heart disagreeing with my body. But I swear it's true! I've even been told I look exactly like a girl by everyone I've told! My voice is lighter and softer, my hips are slightly wider than a boy's should be, and my face looks a lot more girlish! I don't even have any facial hair!

I asked my mother if I could go to the doctor to get "corrected" but she keeps telling me to start acting like a boy and stop trying to be a girl. She keeps buying me boys' clothes and she keeps telling everyone not to believe anything I say even though the therapist I go to tells her that she should be more supportive of my feelings about this. She told the therapist not to tell her how to raise her child and continues to treat this like a lie.

She's been trying to get special pills to make me grow more like a boy should, with facial hair and grow more muscles and things like that but I kept telling her to just let me live my life. She says that I'm still just a kid and that I don't know what I want because my heart is still too immature.

But I somehow managed to get her to leave me alone about this and she's just learned to live with it. She took me clothes shopping for clothes that fit me, and surprisingly enough we found clothes that fit me perfectly. We couldn't, however, afford to get me the surgery I needed for me to be a girl, and we couldn't buy the medicine my therapist and doctor suggested for me to produce estrogen, so we settled for a different kind that had very little medical side effects and risks.

But at that moment, I felt my body becoming lighter the more he held me in his arms. I wasn't exactly popular with guys, let alone good looking guys. So when he held me in his arms the way he did if felt like I was a feather in his hands. After things were cleared up he told me his name was Andres and that he was glad he was destined to be with someone as cute as me.

I was kind of expecting him to be against it, but he said he was never one to be picky about his love life partners. I figured he only meant he didn't care what kind of girl he was with…until…

"If you ask me, there's never a good moment in life where you should deny someone the joy of knowing that a person's heart beats only for them, simply because they're them. It shouldn't matter what they look like or what differences they have. Love is a universal language that we all speak, man and beast alike, and we all need to hear its sweet words"

…he said something like that. I could feel my heart skip a beat and trying to jump out of my chest. I just wished that I knew him before all this happened.

Well, the people who bullied me did say the only way that I could find a guy who'll love me is if some crazy miracle happened and the Gods took pity on the earth…

I guess this is the miracle…

Ciara hit "Save" on his phone smiling to himself at the picture on his phone's home screen. In the photo was he and Andres, with Andres hugging him from behind and both were smiling brightly. He kissed his phone screen where Andres' face was in the picture and his smile grew bigger before he heard the bathroom door opening and watching Andres walking out clad in only his navy blue jeans and dark brown boots as he wiped the water from his hair that dripped ran down his neck and raced down to the chiseled terrain of his chest before racing down to his abs.

Andres smiled and looked over at Ciara tossing the towel onto his shoulder with a bit of a curious look in his eyes. "Well now, I guess Aphrodite has a rival in beauty" the Italian blooded male said as he walked over to the bed looking at Ciara, his smiling ceasing to falter as he watched Ciara's face blush bright red. "And there you go proving me wrong again" he said as he looked away, his smile vanishing quickly.

Ciara quickly looked up at Andres with a look of panic in his eyes, almost as if he could feel his heart threatening to break inside his chest. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he kept his eyes glued on Andres. "Wh…what d-do you mean…?" he asked, his voice far too for it to be audible to anyone other than Andres.

At that very moment, Andres smiled and lifted Ciara's chin with his fingers before looking deep into his eyes, his eyes drinking in the male's feminine features, feeling the warmth from his panicked breathing hitting his bare chest. "I said there was no way you could be any cuter than when we took the picture, but it seems like you were able to prove me wrong" he said, wiping the tears from the corners of Ciara's blue eyes.

Ciara shivered slightly under his touch, his legs squeezed tightly together as he put his hands on his thighs, almost anticipating a kiss from Andres. Closing his eyes he puckered his lips, waiting for Andres to go in for the kiss when he felt Andres' hand leave his chin. He opened his eyes and looked up at Andres with puppy eyes, pouting at how he continued to tease him the way he always has.

"A little anxious aren't we?" Andres smirked, his eyes sparkling with his playfulness as he held his finger up to his lips, watching how Ciara seemed to blush more. "I can't give you your dessert yet my little lamb. If I did the wolf might not settle for a simple taste" he said, sending a wink at the boy.

Ciara lowered his head slightly before turning his phone screen back on and opening his notepad app before typing something on the keyboard.

Andres looked at the screen curiously before taking the phone from Ciara smiling, watching him jump to his feet frantically trying to get it back. Smiling trying to keep the phone out of Ciara's reach he watched the feminine male jump up for it. Because he was much taller than Ciara, him being 6 feet tall and Ciara only being 5 foot 8 he had more height over him. He waited until Ciara eventually tried to jump his highest for the phone before he'd go in for the kill.

Ciara crouched down and sprung up in the air with his arms extended at far as they could reach and grabbed at the phone before he felt Andres' arm wrap around his waist and pull him against his body. At that moment, Ciara forgot all about the phone and looked back up at Andres. At that very moment, everything around the two seemed to become nothing at all, their bodies becoming the only knowledgeable things in the empty space.

Without waiting a second longer, Andres leaned in, closing the distance between his face and Ciara's. A smile being expected, yet instead in its place of expectancy was a pair of lips that seemed to be on a mission. A mission to close in on Ciara's surprised and burning red face and place only a chaste kiss on him, one that would have to suffice for an apology for teasing him earlier.

Ciara's eyes lit up and he tilted his head upward, his lips prepared in wait for Andres to finally kiss him only to feel the lips he was waiting for kissing his forehead. Though it wasn't what he was expecting, and albeit not what he was hoping for, the kiss was still enough to send chills down his spine and ignite his chest as he slowly melted away into Andres' embrace.

Andres kept this kiss going for a moment longer, doing whatever he could to elongate its duration trying to get every single drop of pleasure he could from the kiss while ensuring he made sure Ciara was properly enjoying it as well. When he felt that it was time to pull away his attempt was thwarted by the way Ciara wrapped his arms around his body, feeling the boy resting his forehead against his chest. A smile was brought to his face as he proceeded to hold him in his arms, a feeling of delicacy running through his mind.

Even knowing that Ciara was a boy, though a very feminine boy, he was a boy just as he…and yet, he couldn't help but feel as though Ciara was fragile and delicate. It felt as if even allowing light to touch his skin would shatter him into pieces, like he would hurt him if he held onto him too tightly.

Even though Ciara was a boy…right now…

He was more of a girl than anyone girl Andres had met…

And for Ciara…Andres was all he needed for him to be happy…