I have discovered a thing—no, not a thing—a living part of myself. It has been thriving ever since that time. But I was blinded from feeling by the social script of humans. This part of me is me. For—through this part I love. I desire. I cry. I laugh. I live. They say love is life. But, my love is a crime. My love is unnatural. My love is abnormal. My love is impure.
Only if they got a chance is look at that part of me—that very specific part of me. They will know. They will understand. How naturally my love springs out when I look at her. How pure my admiration is when I brush her hair. It's not anything I choose to be, but it is something that I am and if I ever had a chance to choose, I would choose this every time.
I will live—for how long I do not know—but until I am alive, I will never let anyone chop off that part of me that loves and desires by putting a label of "phase". Because love is not a crime. Crime is malice and disgrace and when there is a disgrace, there is no love. Love is only pure. The purest, like her unforgettable, mink brown eyes.
They cannot condemn me and my love because their script of platitude lacks the intention of acceptance and is rather full of manufacturing beings into their thraldom. And, those who claim that is script is designed by the Creator. To those—I say—I am, too, a creation of that Creator. The part that loves is also the creation of that Creator. And, I am honored to be created with this part within me that can love and hope oh-so-purely and effortlessly.
Believe I am, my dear fellow humans, yours most sincerely, a human who just wants to love.
- Oizys.
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