As I understand it, this is the only kind of love that exists.

It happens every day;
on street corners, in bars, on dance floors, in bathrooms and offices, schools and shoppes around the world.
Fleeting moments of intimacy between strangers, friends, lovers and potential lovers.
A shy glance, a forward stare, brief moments of contact, blushing confessions, “I don’t know why i just told you that”‘s.
Hearts racing and palms sweating most of us face these moments with trepidation and mixed emotions.
We let them pass.
We deny, every day, this proof, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are inherently all the same.
We all are so fragile, we have all been hurt.
To acknowledge these moments would open us up, make us feel vulnerable.
But I say Life is too short, too fleeting
I will meet your gaze.
I will stand before you, naked as the day I was born, offering the only thing that I have to give.
This gift, that we all carry, but cannot all give freely.
To every woman I have ever loved, or will love
To every man
To every soul brave enough to look me in the eye
To every blushing girl or boy
To every Bitch and every Bastard
Every top and every bottom
My Love.
It is all I have, and it is yours.
Take it, and pass it on.

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