Genius
Priceless Genius
My Aim Is True
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Is that what you’ve been waiting to hear from me? Because I’m so happy to be able to finally say it and mean it.
First, we haven’t spoken in so long and I need to clear the air. Hear me out and don’t get angry. You turned your back on me and it hurt. It can only help us if I’m honest about how angry I’ve been feeling. Then, I’ll leave it on the floor. You were f*cking arrogant for so damn long - conceited in every way. It’s like you’ve expected adoration since birth, unconditional love for no real reason, simply because you exist. Of course that put me off. I’m your type remember? I’m Independent; I speak my mind, which was fine as long as I didn’t rip you. You can’t have it both ways. Yeah, you’re great looking, hot actually, but a pretty face and a nice crib only go so far. You did a lot of stupid sh*t and messed up a lot of people who looked up to you. You used to be all, like, “I’m so exceptional, that’s why I get blamed for everything. . .” COME ON! Exceptional for sure, in your voracious consumption. Your substance abuse, massive debt, shady friends, insatiable greed, aversion to personal maintenance, filthy habits, ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude made you a pariah, not just to me, but to my entire family and all my friends. I was ready to leave, go shack up with Bangkok and lick my wounds. Okay, I’m done venting.
And, almost overnight there was the huge shift. This morning I pinched myself and the reality holds. I honestly didn’t expect such a profound change - I didn’t think it was possible. I’m astonished. I didn’t think you could do it. I didn’t believe, and I am deeply sorry for that.
You’re turning the ship around, and I’m ready to be there for you. You’re finally taking responsibility for your actions and not blaming everyone else. Courage is fessing up, and you really seem to understand that now. You struggled, you grew, you reached out for help - you changed. You’ve worked so hard to transform yourself and you seem so much happier now, and happy to be generous with the little you have. Kindness suits you and it’s sexy too. Wanna move in together and, uh… well possibly, maybe get married?
Pause.
What? Say what? You’re a woman? How could I not have…? Well, um, I love you anyway so let’s, um, go for it. I can deal. I’m game. It’s love, it’s right. And it’s right, and a joy, to commit to the one you love in the eyes of the world. Nothing unnatural about it.
Pause. Quick, sharp breath intake.
But - hell! Oh wait. Sheesh. Could it get any worse, any more ironic? The same day I uh, committed my heart to you, they, you, I don’t know - passed a Constitutional Amendment banning same sex marriage. It’s a cruel world America and, so typical, so arghhh! We usually bring on our own troubles. YES WE DID. Has anything really changed then?
I love you and I hope one day I can legally commit to you. I want that right. I think of the ‘Loving v. Virginia’ case, 1967. You remember, even though you were young then. The Supreme Court ruled love could not be restricted by law. The brave Mrs. Loving alone, ONE Voice again, changed everything. This will not stand my love.
