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She reminded me of the sun, not just because of her bright hair and beaming smile, but the way she pulled you into her orbit.
No matter how old I got, I could always find new ways to be young again.
Instead I stood with disco lights swirling against me, wondering who the hell I was anymore.
I knew a lot of queer people, and the certainty with which they’d decided upon their queerness intimidated me.
“The older you get, the more you realize there’s a damn good reason to be afraid of just about every single thing in life. So you might as well do it all, because the fear sure doesn’t care either way.”
What was love if not holding someone else’s hand through their chosen journeys?
