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How would you feel if someone murdered the love of your life for sharing a kiss in public? Would you be devastated? Heartbroken? Angry? So confused as to how a simple kiss is so wrong? If you heard someone talking about it, how they had a friend who knew a boy who lost his girlfriend to a murderer, or a girlfriend lost her boyfriend to a group of kids jumping him, would you be appalled by the people who could do such things? Would you question the sanity of these people justifying it? The boy and the girl were in love but they kissed in public, showed their love, so one was killed for it and that’s just ‘ok’.
It happens, every single day. You don’t think it does? Replace the man with another woman or the woman with another man.
Two men share their love in public. One sits on a park bench, the other laying in his lap. They stare at each other with so much love. Just like the love between a man and a woman. These two men have planned the rest of their lives. They will get married, buy a little house in a small town, get a dog and maybe decide to adopt a little girl or boy of their own someday. Right now though, these two men pay their taxes, buy groceries, put gas in their car, visit the doctor, and like to spend time in the park on a nice day just like any other human being on earth. All they want to do is be with each other, peacefully.
The two decide to start walking again, they want some privacy to laugh and talk and listen to the birds chatter. They stop for a moment and stare at each other, lean in for a small kiss. In this tragic moment a woman is walking by. She is on her way to bring her son his baseball bat. The area is secluded, far away from any other people, and she sees them. Anger strikes her, two men kissing in public? How disgusting.
Four hours later, one of them sits outside of the hospital, crying, and waiting. The woman struck his boyfriend so quickly, the crack had been loud and the blood had been immediate. When the ambulance arrived, they refused him access to ride. Once he sped into a parking space and tried to follow them into the ER, they once again refused him entrance, told him to wait in the waiting area or go home, he wasn’t family and they weren’t married, he wasn’t allowed in.
Two weeks later, he leans over his dead loves grave. The injuries to his head were too extensive and he died within hours of the emergency surgery. The man who owns the tears that fall down on the stone underneath him did not even get to see his best friend and partner in the moments of his death. He cries because his heart is broken, but also because he learns the woman’s charges were dropped. The judge said he saw no cause to put her away if she paid bail and apologized to the deceased’s family. No one ever acknowledged this man who now cries, the one who had planned to spend the rest of his life with the headstone he now kneels over.
How would you feel if you were laying over your boyfriend’s lap one minute and the next, you were standing over his grave? How would you feel if you had to step up to your girlfriend’s coffin to say your final goodbyes?
Just because the pronouns are the same makes absolutely no difference to the amount of love one can give another.
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