I was given an assignment in my creative writing class to read an article and write a creative story about it. This is what I came up with after reading an article about gay marriage becoming legalized in Virginia and how gay marriage is making a progressive moment in our country.
You and Me
We sat in silence, holding eachother close. I knew that today was going to be a day that not only would change us, but it would also change the world.
We had been waiting by the phone for what seemed like eternity, just waiting for the call of acceptance. Or sorting through the mail scanning every envelop hoping anxiously that our letter had come. But we had made it, we had conquered the hateful stares and death threats.
I could feel his breath against my cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked, his morning breathe ruining what could possibly be a perfect moment.
“I was just thinking about everything that led up to today,” I said, as I closed my eyes again.
“Well we made it,” he said, kissing my forehead. He held his lips there before resting his head on his pillow.
“We should get up,” I said before shifting to the edge of the bed. I held my hand out, touching my bedside table where a picture of us sat. I shifted my legs to the ground and stood up.
“Don’t leave…” he said, extending his hand. I looked at the clock next to our photograph. We were already running late.
“Steve, it’s 9:00. We have to get ready,” I turned away, wincing at the seriousness in my voice. I was suppose to be happy today, it was our wedding day. But I couldn’t help being stressed.
I walked out of the room, stretching my arms high above my head. My footsteps echoed in the hallway, verifying that Steve was not planning on getting up with me. When I entered the kitchen I walked over to the coffee machine.
“Shit!” I mumbled to myself after I realized that I had forgotten to set the timer. I then set out making an instant cup of coffee. I opened the drawers and slapped them shut. My anger was flooding out of my body and slamming into anything it could. I picked up a mug, only to find that it was dirty.
Out of anger and ignorance I dropped it, the cracked pieces landing on the tile floor. I leaned down on my hands and knees retrieving the fragile pieces. I heard something from down that hall and looked up to see Steve standing there and watching me clean up my mess.
“Hi,” he said, his lips chapped and his eyes wearing the same sleep dazy that they did every morning.
“I’m sorry,” I said, my anger resolving as I continued to pick up the pieces and put them into a nearby trash can.
“Hey, don’t be sorry,” Steve said as he joined me on the ground. We stayed there in silence as we finished cleaning up.
“You know everything will be alright, right?” Steve said as he helped me to my feet. “We made it this far. We are getting married today. The fight is over.”
I shook my head. “That’s just it. This fight will never be over. We are the lucky ones in the equations.”
Steve took my hand in his as I continued, “I never thought that we would be able to marry in Virginia, and we are. And I am grateful, but I am also terrified.”
“Terrified?” Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I am terrified for the other couples who are in the other states where they can’t marry, where they can’t even hold hands in public! I’m terrified that they will never know how wonderful it is to marry their partner,” I said, all of my previous anger swelling in me.
Steve looked into my eyes and wrapped his arms around me. My tears began to flow and hit his shirt, but he didn’t care.
“This is wonderful,” Steve whispered, his own tears falling on top of my head. “And I hope and pray that someday every gay couple will be able to do just what were are doing today.”