They say love is beautiful…
but only when it fits their rules.
The moment it doesn’t,
it becomes a joke,
a sin,
a mistake.
People don’t see us as humans—
they see labels.
They whisper, stare, laugh…
like we’re something cheap, something wrong.
A boy holding a boy’s hand?
“Disgusting.”
A girl loving a girl?
“Attention seeker.”
But what they don’t see is—
the shaking hands before telling the truth,
the fear of losing family,
the nights spent wishing to be “normal.”
We don’t choose this.
We choose to survive it.
And it hurts…
not because we’re different—
but because the world treats us like we don’t deserve the same kind of love.
Still… we exist.
Still… we love.
Still… we stay.
Even when the world makes it feel like we shouldn’t.
