And in that morning I felt normal. They laughed in my face. Why? What's wrong with me feeling normal for once? Oh, because I love a girl. A beautiful woman. It isn't normal to love? I felt sane. Accepted. "I don't accept you!" they scream. She does. I accept her. We love. We live our lives for each other. That is all that matters.
And that was the moment I figured it out. Why I had been feeling so weird and different and new. I love them. They have for me what I needed most. A new life, one I could handle. One that I chose. One with love and without the torture and hatred of my old life.
These are actually two that I wrote and decided I wanted them to go together.
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Just Once
RandomTRIGGER WARNING: A lot of sadness and love in the world of women. Descriptive suicidal situations.
