Would my perfect ladybug find his way to alight in my arms?

The truth was I was in love with my best friend. Had been since we were teenagers. He was my perfect ladybug, flitting around dressed in beautiful lingerie that made him feel like his true self. Something he'd hidden most of our young lives.

But I knew it was there. I loved that part of him.

Finding the courage to confess my love would complete my heart if my beautiful ladybug would alight for me.

In my arms—with me forever.