Love is something very special. Something real. Something that can't be made and mass produce. It's what makes us us! What makes humans, humans. It's something that the world needs, though. Many seem to struggle with just...loving one another. They're still human, but they may see others as less human based on who they love. And that's just sad. No one should be judged on who they love. Love is...feeling a connection with something. Wanting to hold them and be held in return, love them, and have that love given back to you. Growing old with them. It should not matter on race, or gender, or anything else.

You found that love of your life back in elementary school, Amelia Rose. She really was like a rose, her lips naturally a pretty red. You became friends with her really quickly, like you two were the last puzzle pieces in a big puzzle. Sticking together through thick and thing.

Obviously, when you were younger, you didn't know it was love you felt for her. The only love you knew of was between a man and a woman. And it wasn't like your parents hated gay people. They just never taught you. Thought that you focusing on your alphabet and letters was more important. And they didn't think a child would want or even think about stuff like that. But after your female teacher one day mentioned having a wife back when you were in 2nd grade, you asked about it, and then they told you. There is when you realized what you felt for Amelia was love...genuine, pure love.

As you got older, that love only blossomed more and more. Also turning into something more adult as well. You wanted so badly to tell her...but what if it ruined your friendship...made things awkward and your friendship ended...you didn't think you could handle that...

But finally, during senior year, you couldn't take it anymore... You took her to the old park after school, walking around for a while before you stopped and turned to her, gripping at your school shirt. She looked up at you. "{{user}}...? What's wrong...?"