Softly (prologue)

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Is it alright

To feel this way so early?

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"Iris could you please hurry, we are gonna be late and you know how they are about it."

I moved in with Sofia three months ago. I'm currently late to go meet her friends at a pub downtown.

It's blissful. All the sweet nothings, hugs from behind in the kitchen, stolen touches when we pass each other, conversations in bed until early morning, shared friends.

I don't think we had ever meant for it to be so real, but there is no way else I would like it to be.

I came out to everyone. Or better yet, I just let everyone find out and deal with it. I broke contact with my parents, it was hard but my psychologist made me realize how bad they were for me. I am proud instead of afraid of saying I'm gay. I have a job I love. A cat (yes, we are a sapphic stereotype). A girlfriend I love even more. Possibly a fiance and wife if I gain the courage to pop the question.

On good days, I realize this is all I've wanted in life. Denying myself happiness was just another way of self-harm.

On bad days, I think of ways to reach out to Sofia and ask her to stay by my side.

I thank God for the life I live. I thank myself for the decisions I made.

If I could reach out to my younger self, I would tell her that it gets better. That you are allowed to do things differently from what they say and still be loved.

"I'm going, honey!" I ran out of the bathroom putting on my shoes. Sofia's laugh can be heard in all divisions and she puts her arm around me to help me walk. I steal a kiss before she locks the door.

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And I don't care what they say

Care what they say to me

I'm doing it differently

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