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“Love is love” is the phrase I grew up learning from my father who is gay and married to another man. Back then it seemed so simple, so sweet. Once I moved to Lebanon I got the chance to have my own life experiences. I realized just how true those three words were except not everyone saw it the way we had.
People changed the sound of the phrase, its meaning, even its color were starting to affect me and the way I felt about it. For many moments I felt strong enough to hold on to my image of the love I have for my girlfriend. But somehow, they seem to so easily step on it. It’s been very hard growing up with this lack of freedom to hold the hand of the only person who makes me smile, to be able to believe that someday I will be able to be more than the “just best friends” we pretend to be.
If only they would let us BE , I am sure we will be able to show them what that unconditional love they always mention is really all about. ❤
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