“It must be nice to be the way you are. You don’t want anything.”
That’s not entirely true.
What I want doesn’t differ much from what most people desire: romance, adventure, fulfilling sex. I simply want it free of legal mandates, and oddly, that’s considered immoral in a country where more than half of marriages fail because those involved never tell each other the truth of their feelings.
One of the horrid things about being human is our ability to forget how we fell in love, to grow too comfortable together, and to blindly trust that the person we’ve loved for so long will see past a momentary indiscretion. (If they find out at all, that is.)
If someone were no longer happy with me, I’d want them to be able to seek out their happiness elsewhere, and freely.
That’s what real love is.