I've written tons of letters throughout the years. They were always about boys who I desperately wanted but never needed. I thought that if they wanted me back I would be okay - if I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't think about the part of me that was missing. But no matter how many letters I wrote and boys I pined after, the feeling that something was wrong never went away. For years I tried to ignore that feeling, but eventually grew tired of constantly lying both to myself and to the world. Today, for the first time ever, I wrote a letter about a girl, and nothing has ever felt more right.