It was 12:30 at night in a little suburban town whose name doesn't matter. Two girls sat on a park bench, the harsh street lamps bathing them in a yellow-tinted light. They held hands and were talking light-heatedly, every so often laughing at something one of them had said. They had a special emotional connection that anyone could see just by looking in their loving eyes. Suddenly, a car whooshed by on the nearby street, startling the one on the left (let's call her Katie). Katie jerked her hand away and awkwardly pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before tucking it underneath the folds of her sweater as she crossed her arms. The other girl (we'll call her Caroline) noticed this, her eyes quickly darting to her friend's disappearing hand and her own slowly drawing into her lap. She looked into the eyes of Katie and said to her gently, "Katie...I've noticed that every time we kiss, you hesitate, like you want to pull back. I'm not trying to be obsessive or anything like that," Caroline assured when Katie looked away, "I was just wondering if you we're having second thoughts." Katie didn't answer. Her eyes were fixated on something to her right. She didn't want to meet Caroline's gaze. After a minute or so, her friend spoke again, trying to coax her out of silence. "You pulled your hand away when you heard someone drive past."
Katie looked at the ground next of them and sighed for a moment before closing her eyes. "It's...different." She shook her head and put her hands over her face, feeling ashamed. "It's so easy when we're alone, but then when we're in public...where people can see..." She trailed off, her muffled voice growing silent. Caroline watched her for a long time, and when Katie didn't remove her hands from her face, Caroline gently wrapped her fingers around her friend's and drew them away from her beautiful face. Gazing at her, Caroline was struck with an idea. Untangling her fingers from Katie's, she took ahold of the shy girl's silver frames and removed them from her face.
Katie's eyes squinted for a moment; her vision was quite awful. "Why'd you do that?" she asked, confused. Caroline guided her face to look at her full on. "What do you see, Katie?" Katie's eyes were unfocused, and she didn't know how to answer. "I can't see anything, you took my glasses!" she replied, trying to take her spectacles back. Caroline kept them away, though, and asked again, "What do you see? Really and truly?" Katie thought for a moment, looking into Caroline's face and trying to figure out what answer she was expecting. Finally she gave up and spoke the honest truth. "Colors. I can't see defined shapes or anything. Just colors." Caroline smiled. "Colors," she echoed, still keeping the glasses away from her friend. "Nothing that defines my gender? I'm simply a personality?" Katie nodded. "The personality I fell in love with," she added, smiling slightly. Caroline stared into her unfocused eyes, "Katie, you didn't fall in love with me because I'm a girl; you fell in love with me because I was the person you wanted to be with. A person you could love. No genders, no bigotry; just two people in love." Caroline dropped the glasses and took Katie's face in her hands and kissed her tenderly in nothing but affection. Katie kissed her back, no hesitance or holding back for the colors she so loved.
And for the first time, it felt right.