Picture the love of your life. They’ve got the cutest little smile you’ve ever seen, they’re sexy, pretty and beautiful all at the same time. You get overwhelmingly happy when you hear them laugh, especially at one of your own jokes. They’re smart and funny, strong and so very kind. You feel like you’d do anything to never see them get hurt. You’ve gone through the toughest experiences of your lives together, and you cannot imagine living without them. They’re amazing, everything you’ve ever dreamed of – trapped in the best body you can imagine.
Then one day you wake up next to them, and you look them in the eyes, and you realise that you really do want to spend the rest of your life with them, every day. Through sickness and in health. And you ask them to marry you. Because that’s what you want, you want to get married and have a wedding and show everyone how much you really do love each other.
But what if... there was this thing. This incredibly narrow minded restriction that didn’t allow you to get married. And it makes you so furious.
No. You’re not allowed to get married to the love of your life.
Why?
Because they’re the same sex as you.
(Just felt like writing the introduction to my year 12 English Oral on Legalisation of Gay Marriage at 12:20am, 2 days after school)
