Our day will come
Daniella was perfect. She was everything I had ever wanted in a woman
and, as I stared across the table at her, I knew it was now or never.
Pushing my chair back I dropped to one knee, and slipped my hand into
my trousers. Slowly I removed the small, velvet, box and opened it.
“I love you with all my heart, Daniella, and I want to spend the
rest of my life with you,” I told her, as the whole of the
restaurant stared over at us. “Will you do me the honour of
becoming my wife?”
“Oh, baby, of course I will,” she replied, although as she did I
could see the tears forming in her eyes.
“I hope they are tears of happiness,” I whispered, as everyone
around us began cheering and clapping.
“You know this is all we will ever be able to do, don't you?”
Daniella whispered, between sobs. “With me being, you know,
transsexual.”
“That shouldn't matter, baby,” I told her. “We have the right
to be happy just like everyone else and hopefully, one day, everyone
will realize that and the law will be changed, and then we will have
our special day.”
©JSMorbius
5 comments:
So romantic and hopeful, just the way love should be. Loved it! Xo
A very romantic piece, Julez. Great work!
Heartbreaking, that they cross some stupid arbitrary laws. :p
Beautifully romantic, love it
Such a beautiful tease :-)
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