Not a day Goes by that I don't think about it. What it means to be happy. I see it all around me. Men and women basking in happiness to be with one another. On occasion, I see that love can survive in all possible situations and combinations. It just makes me wonder, that's all.
There is this man named Michael. He has been different from others his whole life. Different because of his sexual orientation. He remained isolated and lonely for a long time. While others were out there exploring life, love and sex, he remained alone, desperately struggling with his sexuality. He had shameful urges that he kept suppressed. He never acted upon them. When he was twenty, he met a woman named Rachel. She was beautiful, she was feisty, wild and spirited. He was a gentle, shy person. They became friends. He confided in her. She knew what he was. After years of friendship, he saw her in a different light. She did have all the qualities he wanted in a significant other and proposed. They got married. Children were born to them. Twins. Rachel knows about her husband. She knows he loves her and she understands his needs. So once in awhile, she lets him go to satisfy them.
They are still together after almost two decades and are still intimate both physically and emotionally. Love knows no bounds.
There is another tale.
A tale of a wild man named Dave. He was skirt-chaser of the worst caliber. He had a best friend named Cecilia. Cecilia had loved Dave since they were little. Dave was always attracted to the wrong kind of woman. One day, he bit more than he could chew. A vengeful woman falsely accused him of a heinous crime and he would have gone down hadn't it been for Cecilia who stood by him and proved his innocence. The same night he was freed, he came to thank her. That night he realized who he was supposed to be with. Not just some pretty face but the person who stood by him the whole time. His beloved Cecilia. They made love that night. Thirty years, six kids and eight grandchildren later they are still together.
Another tale is that of a woman named Gina.
Gina was a pretty girl. All the boys were wild around her. She loved the attention she got from men. Her best friend was Janet. Janet was a plain-looking girl. Also, a very lonely person. Janet and Gina were very different. Gina had it all from day one. She became a model. She made lots of money. She married a man and she had a kid. Her man died in an accident. Gina grieved but eventually moved on. One day, a vicious rival of hers, a woman named Cassie tried to kill Gina and Janet stood bravely before her and protected her best friend with her body. Janet took the bullet meant for Gina. Gina went to the hospital and sat by, watching her beloved friend as she fought for her life. She survived. Gina moved the recovering Janet into her condo and it was there that Janet confessed to loving Gina for decades, more than a friend. Although she had some misgivings, Gina moved eventually realized she felt the same way about her friend. They got married a year later.
The final tale is that of a man named Dwight.
Dwight was a big, burly man. He looked like an athlete but he was a poet. He was friends with Ketiana. Ketiana was the girl next door. A beautiful girl. They were friends since the eight grade and through high school. They went to the same college. Ketiana dated lots of interesting men and Dwight met his share of women. But the one he wanted was the one he could not have, Ketiana. He was always there for her and she was there for him. Best friends. But they were never more than that.....until the day a log fell on Dwight and he almost died. That's when in a delirious state he confessed his true feelings to Ketiana. Ketiana was shocked. She had always liked Dwiwght but never that way. She was conflicted. Dwight recovered from his injuries and went home. He was thankful to be alive. Back in the hospital, Ketiana had told him her plans of moving in with her current boyfriend. He was happy for her. He wanted her to be happy because she was his friend and a good person. Her happiness mattered to him a whole lot. Imagine his surprise when he came home to find her there. Ketiana looked at the man she had called her friend for two decades. She had spent a lot of time thinking and now she realized that the man she wanted, the one she sought to embrace in all these others had been right under her nose all along. That night, Dwight and Ketiana shared a bed, and more. Much more, they began to share the rest of their lives.
This is it.
I have seen these tales unfold. Whenever I am alone, and that is fairly often, these tales give me hope. Hope that someday I can find a love of my own.
The End.
Notes From The Author: You may e-mail me with any comments about my poetry.
To all those people out there with the courage to love. Be they black, white, asian, biracial. To all types of lovers out there be they heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual or transexual. It takes courage to love and relationships of any kind take work. Good luck on your quest.
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