I could watch him for hours, just sitting there, reading a book or talking to someone. Only every once in a while, would he look at me. But it was all I needed. Because he was not for me. I was not allowed to love him. It seemed like there was a million unwritten rules that would not let me be with him. I only ever told one person, a dear friend of mine. My friends answer still rings in my ears. "It`s not right. You cant`t love a boy! It`s just wrong! You can`t tell him. If you do, he will hate you forever".
So I settle for a smile here, some kind words there. Because that is all I need to love him. I am blessed to have this person in my life. So I am not going to ruin that. Not in a world like this. A world where some sorts of love is said to be less worth than others, where some kinds of love is said to be disgusting. So I will wait, and hope that one day he will see my love
There is nothing wrong with my love. And I can not understand the hatred in the eyes of people walking by. Who are they to judge me? How is their love more worth than mine? The answer is that there is no right or wrong with love. Love goes beyond all other meaning and rules. So the next time you se me walking down the streets, you can spear yourself the looks. Because the next time, I will not see them. I will only see the eyes of my love, and feel his hand in mine.