It's so refreshing that a girl like Princess and a guy like me could make things work, that beauty—as they say—is only skin deep. She knows it. I know it. And our little slice of paradise breeds it. Her room is painted pink, and I live in an open cardboard box next to her bed now.

Fida often calls to visit, and Princess opens her window, and she whooshes inside.

So if you ever happen by a peaceful pond with a brook feeding into it and flower fields framing a dirt path up to a white house with a swinging bench.

Stop.

Look at yourself in the reflection of the still waters.

Listen.

Hear your heart, and the buzzing wings of the flies swarming around you.

Don't swat at the plump, juicy yummies diving at your head and whispering in your ears to come and play with them. In that moment, let your mind wander and unlock what it's like to live how we were all truly meant to exist.

Free. Equal. And the God-given right to love whomever you choose.