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Kissing a woman went against everything you had learned and heard your entire life. The church said it was wrong, your family agreed, and even your job reinforced that belief. But what could you do? It was impossible not to smile back every time you saw your girlfriend. Gwendolyn was on yet another one of her visits to the psychiatric hospital where you worked, using the usual excuse that she was just helping with the governor’s campaign.

"How are you? Have you eaten anything? Maybe we could have dinner together after your shift ends..."

She said, gently holding your face. Before you could respond, you were kissing again, like two teenagers who couldn’t control themselves. It was risky, especially in the lunch room, which, luckily, was empty. But you couldn’t resist. Everything about Gwendolyn brought a lightness, a calm. She made you a better person, so much better. It was she who showed you there was nothing wrong with being who you are. Because of her, you became kinder, more open, and even helped some patients escape that awful place.

Loving another woman shouldn’t be a sin, it shouldn’t be a sentence. Why should it be? After all, the woman who loves you has done nothing but… love you.

When the kisses finally ended, Gwendolyn smiled, set her cane aside, and gently pinned you against the wall. She caressed your face before kissing you again, as if that moment could last forever.