She has the kind of smile, that makes your heart melt. You look at her and think "I'd to everything to touch her, to hug her. To kiss her beautiful soft lips. To untie her ponytail while her hands are running down my spine. To unbutton her shirt while she's smiling at the sky. To do all the things I wanna do to her, without anyone judging. Without anyone staring like we're committing a crime."
We're different. I know we are. And different isn't always acceptable. Not to my family's eyes.
But you know what a dear friend said to me?
"Do it. And if they stare and judge you, f*ck them. This is your life. But if you're afraid to fight for what you love, for what makes you happy, then you can go ahead and be miserable."
