Friday, June 23, 2023


ABDI NAZEMIAN
Like a Love Story
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They don't look at me or talk to me. I don't get it. I'm the one who just came out to them. I'm the one who is broken up inside. Why am I not the one being comforted? Why is no one telling me it's okay?

We didn't talk. This was the quietest moment I had ever been in. Even my busy brain--it was quiet. So quiet that I felt that I was in a church. And the thought entered my head that my love for Dante was holy, not because I was holy but because what I felt for him was pure.

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I want her to hold me, ask me about him, something. Instead she says, "I can't hear about this. Please. I can't.” In the language my mother speaks, I literally don't exist.


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