Love is Love





When people hear that I have a girlfriend, their response are always bitter.
They use slurs and are generally very rude.
I don't understand. Love is love. Our relationship is great. We love each other. There are no arguments, ever. She makes me happy, and I make her happy.
If it was legal where I live, I'd ask her to marry me.

When I told my father about this, he smiled at me and said, "If anyone can make you happy and put such a smile on your face, regardless if that person is a he or she, that person will be treated with much respect and love from us."

Smile. Hugs. Kisses on Cheeks. My Papa, the Great Wonderful One.

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