Independence Day

An amazing feeling, no longer hiding my idiosyncrasies.

They always said someone would love me for who I am.
BULLSHIT, I thought, the love I knew loved me in spite of those same idiosyncrasies that made me, me.

I get it now.

He laughs when I sing and dance in the middle of conversations.
Grins when I dive on the bed, do handstands in my living room.
Gazes upon  me fondly,
not in that "what the fuck is wrong with you" kinda way
You know, the kind that I'd grown so very used to.
The kind that said "I love your sex, so I'll put up with your strangeness. Now get naked."

I get it now.
There is no such thing as awkward when you're no longer afraid to be yourself.