Impulse by Ellen Hopkins

"Do I need a label? I
told you once I've
never had the chance
to be with a girl, so
how will I know for sure
until I get the chance?"

I don't know what I am

But suddenly, certainly,
I want the chance to find
out. And suddenly, certainly,
I need to know, "Do I
need a label, Vanessa?
Is it important to you?"

She moves even closer,
so close, we're attached.
If it were, would I be
here, next to you? I love
you for the person I've
discovered under your skin.

I don't feel cold anymore.
Not outside, not
inside. That space,
frozen and dead for as
long as I can remember,
has thawed, come alive.

Another part of me comes
alive, and it strikes me
that I might not know
what to do with it, if
Vanessa--or any girl--
offers me the chance.