Bleeding Hearts

Lady.

To the lady who looked at our interlocked fingers at the grocery store, shook her head, looked me right in the eye and called me the "F" word, then asked me a question(had the audacity to, really).
"How can a woman be with a woman?" And went away.

Lady.

1. A woman can be with a woman like a man can be with a man. Like a man can be with a woman, like a woman can be with a man. Like two people can be with each other. Like two people can see into their souls and feel their fingertips ignite at each other's touch and can feel breathless and so fucking calm at the same time. Lady, you've probably married. You probably know what I mean. So then why is it so hard for you to understand how a woman can be a woman?

2. A woman can be with a woman. I am with a woman. I love this woman. I love her eyes, her face, her stomach, her breasts, her vagina, her legs, even her toes. You probably love everything about your husband too, including his genitals. So why are you judging me, then? Jesus never said it was wrong, and neither did Allah. Surprising, right? She's Muslim. She's lesbian. She's not a terrorist. Oh my.

3. She smells like flowers. She takes baths too often. She snores really loudly. She doesn't like even numbers. History is her favourite subject. Her religion is so much to her. Urdu is her favourite language. Blue is her favourite colour. She chews on the ends of pens. She's horrible at making rice. She loves her family too much. She hates sleeping(wakes up crying if she sleeps more than 8 hours). She likes calculators and tall buildings. She misses her country sometimes.

She's in love with me.

Lady.