CONGRATULATIONS TO THE WINNERS OF THE
2014 ANNUAL PEARCE ESSAY CONTEST!
Love, I believe, should always have a beautiful connotation, should be freely expressed, and should never be a cause for shame.
I’m not homosexual, never have been. As a matter of fact, I really enjoy the sensual presence of a man. However, when I got to college, that old saying “love is blind” completely slapped me in the face. I met a young woman who was full of life, beauty, and wonder, one who soon permanently changed my life. She was in the same situation as me—she wasn’t gay and she loved the opposite sex. However, right when our eyes met, we clicked perfectly. We love the same sports, music, and hobbies; we have the same family values, morals, and goals; we share the same jokes, sadness, and happy times together. The feeling she gave me was crazy because it was a high I had never experienced. We hung out more and more and became closer and closer. We actually became best friends and lovers, but our relationship was secret. Neither of us knew where our relationship was headed, but we just let it take its course. She left her boyfriend for me, and we clandestinely became the dream team. We met each other’s family, and hers made me feel like I truly belonged—always caring for me and keeping me in mind.
We had a great freshman year together. But one day our dreams were shattered by reality. Her family became suspicious and started treating her like an untouchable—an unwanted piece of rubbish. School came to an end, and I had to go back home for the summer; therefore, our love story went from so sweet to very sour. We had to end our secret relationship and accept the distance between us. Her parents forbade us from hanging out or communicating as we had been used to doing because they were so against homosexuality. The funny thing is that they were merely suspicious; they never had any facts about us. But they didn’t need any because they were too closed minded on the subject of love.
Needless to say, I was depressed the entire summer. I lost a lot of weight and hardly ever had an appetite. I had medical issues and even had to be rushed to the hospital one night. The one person who knew everything about me and knew how to handle me in any situation was gone. She was gone. I had never felt so alone in my life. We weren’t supposed to be together, so nobody really knew how durable our bond had become. Don’t get me wrong; she was sad, too, but my sadness endured for many long months and still haunts me to this day. I will never understand how simply loving a young woman because of her personality, beauty, and intelligence could be considered so erroneous and sinful. I honestly looked forward to being with her lovely self every day. Whether we studied together, tried new restaurants, or had ice cream at the park, I truly enjoyed every second of her company.
If I could somehow enlighten the closed minds of others and show them that we didn’t mean any harm, I would spend the rest of my life traveling the world giving a voice to the voiceless. Something harmless and full of great potential will now never be. Love, I believe, should always have a beautiful connotation, should be freely expressed, and should never be a source of shame.
Read essays written by the 2013 contest winners!
The topic for last year's contest was "This I Believe."
1st Place: "I Believe in the Power of Words" by Kristina Syrigos
2nd Place: "To Overcome is to Dream with Your Eyes Wide Open" by Erica Cooper
3rd Place: "I Believe in Participating in Life" by Amber Mathias
Read essays written by the 2012 contest winners!
The topic for the 2012 contest was "Aha! Moments" at Columbia College.