Day 37

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I turned on the TV to see Oprah covering a documentary on gays and homophobes. It caught my attention, realizing that my sexuality is the same as one side of the equation, and the opposite of the other.

"I love my husband more than anything on this planet. Our love is strong. We've been together for about five years now and it's only getting better." The man proudly nods his head in confidence as the homophobe scoffs.

"Disgusting. Ridiculous. Is something wrong with this world? We were all born to love another gender. A girl loves boy, a boy loves a girl. That's how love works."

"But then again you're wrong. How is our love any different from yours? We're braver, and feel more passionate about love that you ever could feel. We want to make each other happy. We want to feel this 'love' that everyone talks about."

I nod at the mans response and smile to myself. I pull out my laptop and log onto twitter before typing into the text box,

'But then again you're wrong. How is our love any different from yours? xx'

I don't even care what the world could begin to think about me anymore. My one and only love left my world and I can't bring him back. There's no way I have a shot at a normal life with a family and kids.

Maybe I will be single, and maybe I will just have me,myself, and I. But that's perfectly fine with me.

If I can't have you, then I'm not having anyone. I wouldn't be able to love anyone far as much as I love you.

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