Welcome To My Downfall.

I saw an interracial gay couple in the city last night and my heart almost melted. They were holding hands and gushing at each other. And the black guy was all googly-eyed and that cute kind of shy, and the white guy was the domineering one, taking care of his own. Looking at them made me think that we have come a very long way. It made me smile from ear to ear to see that love is no longer being so stringently defined. It makes me smile to see a couple that probably faces double the amount of discrimination and backlash, walk so freely and lovingly in the city. I hope that as time progresses, things will get better. And love will be love, an free-feeling emotion rather than a strictly defined word.