I kissed a girl, I liked it.

It was a cool summer morning and we were playing around with her little pup. We knew the world far better. We knew the world we wanted to live in. Those were the days when we were everything to each other – a day harder to stay away. We were just two little girls playing the tea parties with the toys and making little braids on our barbies. Those two little girls planned everything they had to –  where they’d go after school, the right partner and a perfect wedding. Too early it was but the 8-year olds thought they knew much better to sneak into the attic with their little costumes and make it happen – walking down the aisle, saying the vows and finally kissing and end up giggling.

Those were role plays just any pass time of two little girls that are our favorite 15-years later ( wink wink ).

6-years ago, in college. We were roommates, finally. Great times of our games and memories rushed past us. That one day of excessive drinking brought much more to it. The inner 8-year olds came back trying to re-create the scene again. We grabbed the closest whites and blacks , and rushed into our vows. Giggles and laughters followed as the words spurted out of the lips which finally stopped moving as the two came together. Naturally, the kiss happened . That moment uncontrollably led to other events until we woke up disturbed yet fully remembering it. As a few moments of doubt and discomfort passed, we were back onto each other embracing the truth, now in complete senses. We were no different than our younger versions, they wanted it and we found it. We were in the right place doing the right thing. We didn’t have to find partners when we already have us and all that left was to tell the world about us –  being together.

If it were a man and woman, marriage was “one holy bond” that keeps them together.

We are different. We are meant to be two little girls who are judged every single day. We were two best friends who knew each other better than anyone, who eventually turned into lovers for their best which is more than common yet unnatural, they said.

If sex was your concern, you’ve never been into our bedrooms. If having babies is your concern, you don’t know what the world has offered you to choose. If being accepted is your concern, its mine too. Fighting everyday for our rights as women is one and as two married women is another. It feels like a choice of love has never been ours. The world chooses it. Calls a man and woman showing their ultimate form of love natural , yet a taboo to be spoken about in public. If you’re sex life is limited to your bedrooms, so is ours.

None of this has been about us liking to touch each other. It is about that irresistible bond that understands and values our existence. Sometimes, it is hard to explain and I don’t want you to understand either.

Share your stories if you’ve had a moment when you wanted your best friend to be your soul mate and more than that.