They'll never understand how we must run in the dark. They'll never get how we must shun ourselves from view, in fear that we will be frowned upon. We know, in our hearts, that we and what we have are sacred. But to them, to them we are forbidden. Only we know what it is like when a couple holds hands walking down the street. Only we know what it is like to drown in a sea full of fish that are not like us. You are different. We are different. They'll never understand how few of us there are, how, to them, their next love is down the hall. That their love may not last but it was true. That there is so little that I would not give to be able to find someone like me. That there is no one where I look that can fit me. Anyone that can hold me, make me feel loved. Anyone to drown out their 'I love yous' and their eyes drawn as if it is their last breath.
They'll never feel the hurt that we experience when others are happy, the guilt, the yearning. We can see their looks into their love's eyes, their happiness that burrows deep inside our stomachs. I can't describe what it feels like to be that normal. I can't describe what it must feel to be able to show who you love to the world. I can't describe what it must be like to look at another couple and feel nothing, knowing that I will someday find someone.
But what I can describe is the hurt I have that will not leave me.
