Don’t judge love
Recently, I sat in my room and looked out the window, and I cried. I cried because my love, the most important gift I have to give on this earth, is being judged, and I am sad and angry. Because people who don’t know me, who will never talk to me about what my love means, are deciding if my love is valid.
The thing that has made me feel the most joy and the most pain, the thing that has taught me what it means to feel, to be alive, to be human ... they get to tell me if it is as legitimate as someone else’s love. I have, and will always, fall in love with a person regardless of if that person is the same gender as me or not.
I wish that the validity of my love, which I see as being inseparable from my worth as a person, was not questioned by my country.