Love I

Sir, with all due respect - how can you judge me on who I love?

How can you possibly be the judge, jury, the end all and be all in regards to the depths and breadth of human affection?

Let me tell you, it goes beyond your book-learned rote and legal legislation. Love is not something that can be defined on Wikipedia, even though there may be an entry for it! Love hurts and burns and heals and makes whole and breaks apart and it is a driving force equal to that of magnetism. It exists everywhere, and tiny things can drive whole people and groups of people apart. So how can you dare tell me I cannot celebrate openly and widely the one person I would ever kill for?

I look at him and I see a god.

I touch him and I feel a god.

He touches me and I know there is a god!

I want to cry his name from the rooftops while keeping it safe inside my heart because it is too precious to see the outside world.

I want to tell everyone in the ceremony that is sacred to me that I love this man.

The god I see and feel and love is not you, because while your god proclaims hinself as the god of love, he is far too harsh to love, if he cannot tie himself to another person or let them love another. That is how I know he was not real, because there is no real love in his life or books.

Have you ever loved? I don't mean dedicate yourself to another person for life for the purpose of wealth, power, or status, but because you cannot see yourself able to walk another step if they are not close to you.

Have you ever watched someone walk away from you? And have you ever let them go freely, because you can't bear to see them unhappy with you, but would rather they were happy with someone else?

Doubtful.

This is how I know you are not real, and that this will all pass someday.

And no, there is not a leak in this roof. The builders will not need to be called. Except maybe builders of the heart, because you sure need one.

Good day, Sir.