Between My Heaven and Earth.

We are born to live the kind of life that we want. We only live once and yes, I'll live my life like this until the day I die.

I am a lesbian. It used to be "no labels" for me because I don't believe in categorizing things or even people. No such thing as homosexual or heterosexual. But people tend to be scared when they don't know what or who they are dealing with. So I chose this "tag". Lesbian.

I am a lesbian. I have been like this since I was 5 years old. I grew up thinking it was normal to be attracted to girls. But the world outside my perfect little box was kinda mean. It taught me the harshness of reality that being like this would be very challenging for me. Sure I tried to be "straight" but it really didn't work for me. After a string of heterosexual relationships, I gave up. No boy could really make me happy. No boy could make me smile and blush like a girl does.

I am a lesbian. I met her already, the girl of my dreams. The girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. She made me fall in love, she makes me fall in love every day. My sweet little heaven. My everything.

I am a lesbian. Having this label, I know it wouldn't be an easy life for us but I'd do my best to keep what we have right now because I love her. That's enough to make me fight for my life, my love.

I am a lesbian.

So come what may.

Mushy Me.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

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3 more days ... Happy 6! ;-)

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Celina.... Will you marry me?