Casimir was two months younger than me, yet I was still in love with him. Never mind that people often assumed that a man had to be stronger, older, brawnier, stronger, and bigger than the woman he was with. I believed that for a while too, but then I realized that love doesn’t have to be so set in stone, not to mention vainly shallow. Romantic love was about two people who cared deeply enough about each other to do anything to keep them alive. While my opinions on homosexuality weren’t set in stone either, I knew that it wasn’t one of those things which ‘wasn’t supposed to ever happen in the world.’ I thought it would be much easier if everyone was born straight, and not too soon either. But then I realized that those kinds of things were part of God’s plan too, as hard as it was to believe. So the next time I thought about judging someone who was different than me, I thought twice.