We were walking down the street, holding hands.
A man passed us by and laughed in derision.
“What are you in love or something?”
I let go of her hand immediately.
I became very nervous.
A few minutes later, she reached for my hand again.
I took her hand and squeezed it tightly.
It was like she was telling me it was okay.
She smiled.
I smiled back at her and calmed down a little.
Yes, I’m in love.
I’m a girl, and I’m in love with another girl.
What’s it to you?