celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day six




She snuggles in beside me – tight so not a hair could come between us. I feel the warmth of her body and the gentle ebb and flow of her breathing as she slips into sleep. I feel a profound, almost painful love for her. People don’t really understand.

‘that’s just weird’

I take no notice of course. No-one but me gets to decide who sleeps in my bed. Sometimes I feel sorry for those who haven’t felt the overwhelming joy of the unconditional, forever love that I feel for her vulnerable self. I adore her.

‘Just come and meet her’ they said.

‘Nope, not interested. Never again’

I was perfectly sure I was not ready for another relationship. Too much trouble. I wasn’t ready to be tied down.

‘Honestly, you will love her – really’

And they were right. We saw each other across the room. Our eyes locked and I knew immediately that despite all of my best intentions she would be coming home with me.

She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, she drives me mad, she is demanding and unreasonable and noisy and greedy and she pees on the carpet.

Puppy love.


Lel Meleyal, Brighton

Comments on: "day six" (1)

  1. total unconditional love story, this made me smile all over, thanks Lel x

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