February 11, 2020

My dearest,

We rarely hold hands but I am comforted that if we feel like it, we may and we shall. We aren’t held back by fear or awkwardness or the impudent stares of strangers we don’t care about.

Our love isn’t loud but it isn’t clandestine either.

Which makes it all the more poignant as we spent a day with our friend and his two friends, so clearly lovers yet discreet and shy. The way they interact and care for each other is adorable.

We are bemused yet we also whisper a silent prayer for them: for freedom, for acceptance, for happiness.

As we have prayed for ourselves before, as we have accomplished together, as we create and build daily with every breath we take.

Yours, ever and always.