Loving Fiercely: How I Resist - 8. Chapter 8: To Orlando

To Orlando

When you danced, did it ever feel like the world just stops?

Did it seem effortless as you moved gracefully on the floor, or was dancing never easy for you to do?

Did dancing make the world seem lighter under your feet?

Or did it always feel so heavy, soles glued to the floor?

What was it like being under the spotlights basking in their glow?

Did the flashing lights make you feel as though all eyes were on you?

Maybe dancing was the only time you felt as beautiful as you were.

Can you remember when you first knew you were “different”?

A time when love was painless, and it felt safe to hold hands and be in your beloved’s arms?

Or a time when loving someone was a struggle, and you tried desperately to hold on?

Maybe love never felt right, and you numbed yourself from it all.

Would you tell me that one day “it gets better,” or would you tell me that the path is never smooth?

Is the road paved like a pearl white runway show or does the path look more like bleeding rainbows?

Maybe it’s something in the middle.

Maybe there will be better days.

Days when the spotlights keep flashing, the runway is always ready, and the dancing never ends.

R.I.P. To My 49 Brothers and Sisters