It's Easier When it's Science Fiction

It's Easier When it's Science Fiction
Bruna Rosa (Portugal)

There were once two souls, two who weren’t meant to be together, two souls who were not meant to match, yet they did.
A human and a vampire, a human and a fairy, a human and a mer-creature… A human and a human?
This story has no need for fantasy, no need for mythical creatures to create a conflict of “they’re meant to be together but they’re worlds apart” because for some reason it’s easier to imagine different species falling in love than it is different races. Humans are quite the funny thing.
There were once two souls, two who weren’t meant to be together, two souls who were not meant to match, yet they did. These two humans feel in love the way anyone does, they shared moments, they shared laughs, they shared their hearts with each other.
A coffee shop date as they tasted each other’s favourite drinks, a walk through the park taking polaroid pictures to store the memories, birthdays where they allowed each other to get to love each other intimately…
Who do you imagine? What couple come to mind? Of course, a couple comes to mind because when someone mentions love we jump to dating. A white couple, two attractive young people white individuals, whose bodies are complete. A boy and a girl, both with cute little quirks but still able to blend perfectly into the usual ideal.
What if they weren’t so vanilla? What if in their coffee shop date, they shared spicy drinks to share part of their home with the other, Indian and Pakistani recipes filled with flavours and colours.
A walk through the park taking polaroids of themselves exploring each other’s culture, trying to understand how accessories and colours are used. Maybe they’re young girls, hands tangled in each other’s long hair. Maybe they’re both boys, singing their lungs out to traditional music with lyrics they’re still trying to fully understand.
The point is that it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter where they’re from, what they were born like, what they like or who they like.
Learning to accept everyone needs to start somewhere, somewhere small, so next time you’re reading a book, writing a novel, a story about love just like this one, remember: there are 8 billion people in the world and everyone’s different in their own unique way. Everyone deserves their own love story.

 

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