Nothing Like Perfect

The Beginning

I was always a fairly popular girl. Consistently. I was fairly pretty, fairly smart, and fairly nice. The key word here is fairly. I was nothing original, just a sweet girl who liked animals. She was different. She was my best friend and she was special. She was going to do something amazing. My best friend Katerina was easily the smartest in our grade. She was also bold, fiery, intense and beautiful. She was beautiful when she lit up the room in a debate or killed it in the school play. She was fascinating and she was so much more than me.
I had one defining quality, though. I was the ultimate perfectionist. I had an exact plan for how my life would go. I had mapped the whole plan out on a list. It wasn't asking that much ( I didn't plan to go to Harvard or Yale like Kat) but it was everything I needed.
My Perfect Life:
1. Graduate high school with at least a 3.0 GPA
2. Get into a nice college
3. Go to med school to become a vet
4. Meet the man of my dreams
5. Open a veterinary clinic
6. Have two kids, a boy and a girl
7. Retire at age 70
8. Die at age 100
I know, I know it was a bit strange to include the part about death. But that's what I wanted. Then Kat came alone. Kat was so beautiful and interesting I just...we were so close. I cared about her so much that I wasn't sure what I felt. I had never liked anyone that way anymore. My parents always thought I was a late bloomer. They thought that I would meet the boy of my dreams eventually. I didn't. Once, actually, I did feel something towards a pretty camp counselor. She read books about princesses saving themselves and I admired her so much. But I dismissed my crush on her. I couldn't like her. Could I? Kat was like her, but my age. I just didn't want to feel the feelings. Being a lesbian had always been kind of taboo at my little school. I didn't want to be bullied.
It really snapped into place one day when I went to a party with her. We played spin the bottle and she got me. We kissed and it was the greatest feeling of my life. I could do anything. Sparks flew and I knew that she was the one. But I didn't know what to do about that. Should I tell her? Should I not tell her? Is it okay? Am I okay? I really loved her. I knew that much for sure.