Together

I'm sitting here on a bench, in a park. It's almost midnight. There are no kids in sight. No girls swinging on the swings while the wind seeps through their hair. No boys competing with each other to see who is the fastest and strongest to cross the monkey bars.

The see saw is slanted against the mud; the last reminiscence of a child and his father's laughter,
echoing in the breeze.

So, here I sit on this dewy bench. Just me, my notebook and this calm peaceful serenity that
almost brings tears to my eyes. The few remnants of water from the rain is soaking up my jeans.
But I could care less.

Right now I am enjoying the view. The night sky, the stars, the wind in my hair. It's a fucking
cliche. But I am so fucking HAPPY right now. And this overwhelming feeling of awe and safety
ladies and gentleman, I can trace to the figure sprawled a few feet away from me. My best friend, my lover, my soul mate. Lying on the grass, humming a tune I can barely make out. Like there's no care in the world.

We've been through a lot. Fought with each other more than we have loved each other. I've messed up and taken other people's sides over my own love. And still she has stuck by me. That's right she. My lesbian lover. My baby, who chose to FIGHT with me, by me, FOR me. Who refused to give up when I gave into cowardice. Who took my hand and stood by me when I didn't have the courage to face what I was. Who defended me and loved me when I finally awoke to realize and accept what I was..what I am.

As though reading my mind, she turns her head and looks at me and smiles. A smile that assures me that things are gonna get more difficult, before they get easier. But I'm going to get throught
it, we're going to get through it, together.