Is it wrong to love that of the same ***?
Maybe it is.
Maybe it isn’t.
But in this moment,
With her arms around me,
All I can think about is how quickly my heart is beating,
And how safe and protected I feel.
How, when I look into her eyes, I am at home.
So what if loving her is wrong?
Lying here in her arms is the only time I feel right.
So if lying here means that I am ******,
Then so be it.
Because I love her,
And the way she looks into my eyes
Is all I need to know that she loves me.
So maybe it is wrong.
But maybe it isn’t.
Love is love.
And if loving her is wrong
Then I am willing to take the consequences handed to me in the end.
Because love is love.
And this is love.