Love was never meant to be confined by labels.
It doesn’t ask if you are a boy or a girl,
it doesn’t question your identity,
and it doesn’t wait for society’s approval.
Love simply happens
quietly, unexpectedly, and sometimes all at once.
It grows in stolen glances, in soft conversations,
in the way two souls understand each other
even without words.
They call it “different,”
they try to give it a name,
to put it inside a box they can understand
but love was never meant to be limited like that.
Because in the end,
it was never about being gay, lesbian, or anything else.
It was always about two hearts
choosing each other,
despite everything, despite everyone.
And if that isn’t real,
then what is?
Love has no gender
only truth, only feeling,
only the courage to stay.
