Bliss or Miss?

"You are making the biggest mistake of your life" said the man who calls himself my father. He was barely around while I was growing up and I only lived with him under the same roof for barely a year but he acts like he knows me, like he knows what makes me happy, like he has the privilege of being treated like my father.

Sir, you don't have a clue so shut the f*ck up.

Deep down I know he cares, that he's worried for my sake. What he doesn't see is how happy John makes me. What he refuses to acknowledge is that I am giving my heart and soul to another man. What he doesn't realise is that I dont give a damn about what he or anyone else says.

With John, I am able to experience pure bliss, look at the world in the best possible light, appreciate small things, feel alive. He has the purest heart, the most sensitive soul in this earth, how can I doubt my decision?

All our lives we dream of that one exceptional person to share our lives with. Most people settle for less, opting for the closest version while replacing the most crucial standards with material things. God has given me the amazing gift of finding that one person who has the same determination and resilience as mine. For me, that is better than a green card or a closet full of designer clothes or a garage filled with sports cars. What lasting satisfaction would all those things give you if you're married to a man you can easily live without?

Material things will only mean something if you're with the man who shares your heart and soul completely. That man, for me, is and will always be John. Nothing and no one could ever make me happier or at peace than him.