String theory, for those of you who might not know, is the theory that in order to make a good friendship bracelet you must have at least four colors, ie strings. Having less than or equal to three string colors would result in the disaster of an imperfect friendship, according to theory. Nobody wants a dysfunctional friendship (or family), so people make sure they’re careful. But of course, everyone screws up at times, and that is exactly what I did. You see, I’m not the most creative person, and my friend wouldn't give me another color, so we ended up with the disheartening fate of three colors. It was a friendship fated to fail- doomed from the beginning- or so we thought. It had been going great for the last few months; laughing together, staying up late on sleepovers, eating lunch together--I loved every single moment I spent with her. Maybe even a little too much. She made my heart flutter. Now, I did not fancy myself a lesbian, but string theory had never been wrong in the past… right? I wholeheartedly believed in it, and so did she, yet somehow our hearts paired like freshly emerged butterflies. Perhaps string theory would prove to be right in the end, but I would be more than happy for it to be wrong.