"You've probably guessed something's going on by now (and if you haven't then my opinion of your powers of deduction has just dropped massively) but Gemma and I are... Together. A couple. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Whatever you want to call us, that is what we are. Gemma is amazing; we are so similar and pretty much every day when we talk she says something or something happens that makes me believe even more firmly that what we have is right. I know we're from different family/ church backgrounds but so what. I love her, she loves me, we both love the Lord and his awesome son Jesus. We work together so well, being with Gemma is so easy, comfortable and... happy. Utterly utterly happy. And I want you to be happy about this. I want to be able to have Gemma over without it being uncomfortable and for it to all to fine and all that jazz. I want your approval. But I don't need it. Gemma is amazing; she's lovely, kind, caring, self-deprecating, selfless, she has a heart the size of a small country, weird, crazy, hilarious, serious and childish, incredibly insightful, and beautiful. I'm telling you about this because it's wrong to keep it a secret, because hiding what Gemma and I have is a stupid thing to do, not because I want your permission.
If you disapprove, if you say I shouldn't be with her, too bad. I'll fight to stay with her; I'll fight you and anyone else."
Now if only I could find the balls to say this to you. Stupid head; why do you always think in terms of the worst case scenario. She'll probably be fine with it: she likes Gemma. So why is there this knot in my stomach that contorts itself into an un-ignorably tight wad whenever I say to myself "Now. Tell her now," that stops me from doing it. I hate it. I wish I could walk up to mum, look her in the eye and say "Mum. Gemma and I are together, boyfriend and girlfriend, a couple. Problem?" I idolise my mum; I have so much respect for her. Too much respect. I hate this feeling of wanting to tell the most influential person in my life this massive and bloody amazing turn of events. How this person snuck into my life and, whilst I was unawares, made her way into my heart. I wasn't particularly looking for her, but I found her nonetheless. I am 100% dead sure that I am totally in love and I am dying to be able to shout it out and make the world known, but I can't until you know. So what in the blue blazes is stopping me from telling you...?
