T E N D E R

Call out post

straight friend: is she cute?

You need to understand this. The sound of her voice alone was enough to send me flying off the edge. I had spent years of my life wondering whether love was anything like the movies; consuming, restless, boundary-less. It is. And it doesn’t happen forcefully or when it’s expected. It happens in a single, in-between moment. Like when you’re pouring milk into your coffee at the counter of your favourite shop, or when you’re busy doing something else. Anything other than searching, really. And in this single, in-between moment, you encounter her, or him, or whomever, and it feels as though your atoms are colliding at 100 miles per hour. And deep down somewhere, you feel a kind of certainty that you must’ve known each other in a different realm. And your insides go silent. Your heart stays so still you become afraid it has stopped beating altogether, and for once, the voices within your head stop dead in their tracks. It exists. And maybe it happens once and never again, but it happens. And when it does, even though your entirety is telling you to run as fast as you can, straight toward the hills, stay. Stay and feel every inch of it. Every up and down, every whirlwind of emotion it evokes out of you. Because romantic love isn’t everything, but it is definitely something. There are 7 billion people leaving footprints on this earth and you, by chance, have stumbled upon one who is capable of sending chills down your spine simply by the touch of their hand. And if that isn’t magical, then I’m not sure what is.

I am weird, you are weird. Everyone in this world is weird. One day two people come together in mutual weirdness and fall in love.

June 12, 2016 marked the deadliest mass shooting in American history. It was at a gay bar, Pulse, and it was a hate crime. The shooter was an American citizen, targeting the LGBT+ population, who ended the lives of 49 people.