#nal.

“What do you mean, are you not attracted to guys?”

“No…” James said, not sure how to explain this properly. “I am. It’s just not a side.”

He grabbed her hands, “Look, it’s actually ironic, because my sexuality has been the thing I was torturing myself over the most, yet I came to the conclusion that it’s the thing that matters least. I can feel sexually attracted to sexy, cute, funny, interesting people. That comes rather easily. I can feel romantically attracted to interesting, funny, intelligent, caring, loving people. That doesn’t come easily at all and takes time and connection. But gender, Sade? Gender doesn’t matter. My mind doesn’t differentiate by gender. Nor does my heart or my body. For me, gender is just as unimportant as the colour of someone’s skin, or eyes, or whether their hair is long or short. I know that isn’t true for everyone, but one thing I have known for years and years is that I’m wired differently than most people. Queer? Or LGBT-whatever? Sure. If that floats your boat, call me that. I just know, now, that to me, none of it matters. What does matter, Sade, is that I fell in love exactly once. And I still am. And the person I’m in love with, my wonderfully weird Sadie, is you. What did you say? For longer than I realised myself? Well, ditto. Right back at you. I love you, Sadie Stevens, and we may have made an awful mess of the road up to this point, but I’m ready to close the door on all that and face the future together. You and me, no one else. If you’ll have me. What do you say?”

Tears were once again welling in Sadie’s eyes, but her lips smiled as she let go of James’ hands to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in. When their lips met, things were finally as they should be.