Anthology Of A Broken Person: 2

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Sometimes I wonder, why is it called gay love. Is there a difference between straight love and gay love? Is it better? Lesser? Why can't we just say its LOVE?.

We have already gave boundaries to gender, we already dictated races, we have already defined others pain and pleasure to be stuck between a virgin and a nymphomaniac. Why?

Why do we have to define love? Why do we have to put differences in love? Yes, everybody feels and understands love differently, but it is still LOVE.

Its the warmth in my chest when I hug my friends, it is the happy feeling of meeting my family, its the aching, fluttering feeling in heart when I see someone I love dearly.

While we do feel things differently, its sill love that we feel. Still that crazy emotion that drives us when they are near, and the cruel emotions that break us when someone we love are gone.

It is love, it is my heart. I refuse to submit to other people insisting that I am and should be politically correct. Humanity has tried to define and label love.

We should not fall for the poisonous trap, the same trap that encourages us to label race, to judge others and who they are.

I will not stand to see love, the greatest human emotion, the very thing that makes us human, be labelled, placed in a jar, and looked upon as being lesser like the way others stare at poor people.

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