By Maria A
I found myself at a pride parade with other students from my school that I hardly knew, including a girl with bright, crazy purple hair. She was from my chemistry class and the only thing I knew about her was that she knew just enough sign language to sign back and forth with me and that she was beautiful.
Luck was on my side and we ended up marching together through the streets. The droves of people surrounding us made me so happy but overloaded my senses at the same time. I asked the beautiful girl to hold my hand because I was overwhelmed. The stars smiled down at me as she took my hand in hers. I vividly remember realizing that many people would likely assume we were a couple, as we were two people holding hands in a parade dedicated to celebrating love. For a brief moment, I even felt strangely connected to her, not as a couple but just as two people brought together in a beautiful universe of accidents and chances.
Fast forward to almost two years later, and the beautiful girl with purple hair is my girlfriend, and every time I hold her hand I am reminded of the first day I gained such a privilege. We have since gone back to the same parade a year later and held hands, not as almost-strangers, but as definite lovers. Her purple hair is like the final paint strokes of a sunset, making way to a sky full of our lucky stars.