Interwined

Love.

I was taught that once I would grow up, I would find myself a beautiful wife and start a happy family with her.

The problem is that I didn’t want that.

I never wanted a wife.

I wanted him.

I wanted to grow old with the love of my life, with the man who had taught me how to love. The man who told me there was nothing wrong with me. That God would love me unconditionally even if I was in love with another man.

But if that was true, why would my family be ashamed of me? Why would they hate me for finally finding the one?

I can’t control who I love, but they didn’t see that.

I couldn’t live without him no matter what my family said.

I held his hand tightly as we stood at the end of our favourite cliff. We would come here and talk about whatever we could together. It was the one place we wouldn’t be disturbed, the one place where we could openly love each other.

“I’ll always love you.” He whispered to me as tears filled in the corners of my eyes.

“I wish that in our next life, we wouldn’t have to hide like this.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. He pressed a kiss against my lips before we both leaned took a step backwards.

“I love you too.” I managed to whisper as we fell.

I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t want to live without him either.

The thought of him being the last thing I see before I die, was comforting.

I had made peace with it because when you love someone with all your heart, you’d do whatever you can to be with them forever.

And that’s when we hit the ground.