My girlfriend asked me:
Are you with me out of pity?
And all I wanted to do was laugh. Because why would I pity you of all people?
Because your past, because your many miles away and I can't hold you in my arms?
Why would I pity you for being strong enough to take another step in this world?
I told her that the voice in her head is wrong, because the only people I pity, are people who live their lives in hatred.
People who hate others for the colour of their skin, the country they come from or the religion they follow or the fact that they like the same gender.
Because they are cutting themselves off from amazing people.
People who are caring and kind and beautiful.
