There is a place for us. It's neither big nor small. In fact, I couldn't really describe it to you. I know it has all the things that I love, that you love too. It's surrounded by green, near the blue, and always bright. There is rain, and when it falls, it hits a tin roof and lulls us to sleep. Maybe a chicken crows, or maybe it's a dog that barks, or cats that meow. There is wind, soft wind that blows on our faces when we sit out, holding each other. I point up at a shape of a cloud, and we spin stories together. There is a quietness to the place, a peace that I seek out. We leave our space sometimes and go off into the world of others. Of loud voices, camaraderie, laughter, and family. We seek those other voices when the peace gets too peaceful when we crave the chaos of humanity, but we always come back. Back to that place. Sometimes I see a little girl running around in green, covered in dirt brown. She's happy, but she fades, and I can never really see her face. She is beautiful, though. She adds such specialness to that place. Sometimes I see a boy, he is quiet, sitting down by our favorite mango tree. He is reading, his head on my lap, and like the girl, I can never see his face. But sometimes I think I see a toothless grin. And sometimes I just see us. Alone and together in that space, filling each crevice. I hear our laughter, and the space feels warm. I see a bed, soft and comfortable, light tainted with blue and green seeping in. I see us bathed in it, naked, holding each other, lost in each other, in ourselves. Together and alone.
There is a place for us.
So, when you ask me how much I would risk for you, how dangerous it could be, how lonely it could be, the friends we could lose, when you ask me if I'm sure, almost pleadingly, I see our place. I think about how tragic it would be to let it go. To kill its existence out of fear. To lose the green, the blue, the bright, the warmth, and the peace. I can be alone, as long as I'm alone with you. So yes, I do choose you. I choose us. There is a place for us, we will carve it out of dirt, out of time, out of space, and whether anyone wants it or not, whether laws permit it or not, whether religion denies it or not.
It will be beautiful. It will be worth it.
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