Once news got out that me and Sherwin were together, my word, we were bombed by the news. They kept asking how we got together, and when they heard of Sherwin's heart, society went wild. Everyone wanted a heart that jumped out, and everyone wanted to see their heart. That, of course, was all cool, but for one thing, my father and my mother were very displeased. Sherwin's parents were too.
I understand where they were coming from, because society is still super old-schooled. Gays and lesbians are completely new concepts, and 90% of the people are still against it. I personally don't mind being pressed by people to retell our first meeting again and again, but I was concerned about the criticism we were getting. More than anything else, I was worried that Sherwin wouldn't be taking in it well.
His parents kept pressing him to stay away from me, and they were trying to "bend him back to normal." I think it's sick for them to try to do that.
Why shape someone into something they're not?
Anyways, time passed on, me and Sherwin stayed together through all of it, and slowly people's hearts began to show. Including mine.
My heart was dark red, while Sherwin's was pink. They floated above our heads, snuggling against each other and holding hands. It was cute watching them dance around above us.
Sherwin and I moved into college, and time slipped by until we were both into our fourth year of college.
We were planning to get married soon, and were super excited about it, until my heart betrayed us. Betrayed him. It disappeared, ripped Sherwin's in two, and took me.
And I can't say that I have nothing to do with it.
So here I am. Here we are. I'll tell you from the top, what happened, everything, but you have to sit through it, and please, please, please…don't stop, don't judge, and don't criticize. I'm going to try to fix things…even if I don't know how.
Jonathan