You and I, we are the other love story.

Unlike the love that is proudly printed on wedding cards or carved on bleeding trees,

We are the inconspicuous notes exchanged, a love restricted by the leaves of books.

The Unheard Love Story,

Not the kind we proclaim at airports or scream off hills, echoing endlessly in chambers of heaven,

But the love exchanged in bated whispers peppered with sighs of an uncertain future unseen.

You and I, we are the other love story.

We get asked if our love is just a phase or have well-intentioned worry thrown our way,

Our love, tainted by so many, perversion, imbalance, oddity and insanity.

The Unsung Love Story.

Why is our blind love different from yours? Your love pure, while ours is a rampant need for sex?

Why does our love stay revered on monuments but never accepted because it goes against your belief?

The other love story.

The story of those four percent who love beyond the boundaries of genders.

The other love story.

The story of those whose love gets declared as a criminal offence.

The other love story.

The love that does not waver even though it is stripped off rights.

The other love story.

The love that has seen red passion aflame and crimson blood.

The other love story.

The love that stays unacknowledged, but that love that doesn’t cease to exist.

We are… the other love story.

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