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    Dear Diary- 6

    “I love you Elizabeth Marie Porter with all of my heart and a weird coincidence is that I too love spending every free moment with my amazing girlfriend.”

    It was like a wave of relief washed over her face.

    “T, I was so worried that you wouldn’t want to be with me if you knew I was biracial.”

    “Bette, I was straight a few months ago and fell in love with an amazing, driven, loving, wonderfully caring person and the fact that you are a woman didn’t make a difference and neither does the color of your skin.  I love you Bette Porter for who you are and not because of any other reason.  You are the love of my life who I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I want everything with you, a marriage, a family, everything and forever.  You are my first, last and forever.”  I thought for a minute that by saying I want a marriage and family with her would freak her out but I needed to say it.

    She had tears in her eyes and all she said was “I love you so much T; I want all that with you too.”

    It was well past midnight, I stood up pulled her up with me and led her to her bedroom.  I sat her on the bed and started at the bottom of her shirt pulling it up and over her head.  She started to say “T” but I silenced her with a kiss and continued with my actions finishing pulling the shirt over her head and throwing it onto the chair nearby.  My hand moved to the zipper of her pants and I unzipped it.  She just sat there silent.

    “Baby, stand up.”

    She did and pulled her pants down over her hips and let them fall to the floor.  I stood there looking at her in just her bra and panties.  Beautiful.

    We just stood there then she shyly reached up to my face, pulled me closer to her and kissed me, soft and gentle.  Then she reached down and started unbuttoning my shirt.

    “Are you sure T?”

    I nodded and she continued unbuttoning.  Once my shirt was undone she pushed it off my shoulders and onto the floor behind me;  then her hands brushed a trail from my shoulders down past my bra covered breasts and to my skirt.  She massaged my hips and then found the zipper and unzipped it, pushing it down over my hips as she bent down to help me step out of it.

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