7. Midnight
Midnight
T he thing about lesbians is that we fall hard and fast. The fact we u-haul right into lesbian bed death should be an alarm bell to warn us off moving so fast.
But lesbians will be lesbians.
We love different.
Harder, hotter, brighter. Our love burns like the light of a thousand stars. Lesbians love intensely enough they’d peel their skin off and climb inside the body of their loved one, just to get a little bit closer.
Our love is the definition of obsessive, addictive, consuming.
When our eyes lock on a girl, there is only her. It’s what makes a woman’s love so intoxicating.
And so. Fucking. Dangerous.
Aurelia and I u-hauled. Hard.
We met at eighteen. She became my world. And in that young, naive way I thought it would last forever. I thought I was grown up and understood the world, that I knew better. What I know now is that I didn’t know shit back then.
I willingly gave her my heart.
I openly gave her my body.
And stupidly, I gave her my soul.
For two long years we lived in each other’s pockets, breathed the same air, drank from the same young love Kool-Aid.
Until one night that changed everything.