larry oneshots (english version)

only the brave

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Freedom

Most people would describe it as happiness and lightheartedness.

As the wind in your hair,

as swimming in the sea,

or as a long walk in the forest.

It means being able to do whatever you want,

to let the thoughts fly.

It means being who we are and not having to hide it.

And if we are not free, can we still be happy?

And maybe everyone has their own answer to that, but mine is yes.

Because I still have him and when I am with him, I am happy.

I am exuberant, carefree, myself.

And that to me is freedom, even if we're not really free.

Maybe we will never be, and always stay behind our closed doors, unable to show anyone the love we feel for each other.

But maybe someday we will be able to do all those things that all the others can do.

The others... the ones who are accepted for who they are without any ifs or buts.

The ones who have all the things we can only dream of.

And it's unfair, so damn unfair.

Because I would give anything

to hold his hand in the streets and feel as normal as they do,

to take the dance floor with him while we bawl the words to our song,

kissing him while dancing barefoot in the rain and brushing his hair out of his forehead when I place a kiss on it.

I wish it could be like that.

Why can't it be like that?

Because I would give anything for it,

to finally be enough,

and to be accepted by everyone,

to show everyone in my permanent grin how he makes me feel.

I wish it could be like that.

Why can't it be like that?

And I would give anything for it,

to have a love that wasn't so hopeless,

to have a life with him that could be as normal as all the others,

not have to hide from anyone, everyone should know about us.

I wish it could be like this.

Why can't I hold his hand, kiss him in the rain, and confess my love to him in front of all those people out there?

Why can't it be like this?

But hope dies last, as we all know,

and I live for the day, the day when I can do all this with him.

It will come,

we don't know when, but he will come.

And then I finally get to hold his hand,

I finally get to kiss him and tell him, I love him,

I get to sing with him and dance through the rain and show the whole world how right it is.

Someday.

And until then I'll enjoy the small privilege

of being myself with him, after all,

to be enough,

to be accepted,

to be exuberant and carefree.

And a little bit free.