Pride Month Special

I've feel like I've gone through a lot with Laure since the day we first met, me shivering with anticipation and awkwardness while she wasn't even aware, to now, our schedules intertwined with each other's regularly. So, as dozens of rainbow flags are thrust into the sky by hands big and small, I use one hand to raise mine, and the other one to clasp Laure's hand. I need her to be beside me at this moment, and the reunion of our skin reminds me once again of the depth of my love for her. 

I remember our once tentative touches, and also violent longing when she was gone. I remember the feel of her skin as my fingers glide across every part of her, wanting to remember her exactly as she was if we ever parted. I remember our first kiss, in the wet raininess of a fine summer shower. I remember hugging her limp body after a particularly rough day for both of us. And one day in the future, I'll remember us here, holding hands and knowing that the moment was simply enough and meant to be.

Later, we participate in fund-raising activities and Laure gives a speech on promoting LGBTQ+ awareness. We then grab a quick snack and go home. The time's running late, but the day is far from over. We settle on the couch, nestled close to each other, our elbows grazing. We don't talk to each other, but the silence is comfortable in itself. I lean in closer to her warm body. She smells of freedom but also of home, and as we watch a movie together I can't help smiling with the realization that I'm so lucky to have her. I may not have her forever, but I have her now, and I have this precious moment which is never going to fade away despite how our relationship might. 

After after all, what is time but simply a set of moments, one after the other?

I turn to Laure, looking into her dark eyes. She turns on me too, and the way her eyes enlarged and twinkle lets me know she's paying all her attention to me. It's one of the rare moments when I feel important and actually seen, and I can never thank Laure enough for letting me experience these moments.

"Your eyes are like stars," I whisper to her.