Sorry we're blocking your way but we're in love so there's nothing we can do
Some things are more important than your ability to get to work on time
I understand you’d like us to move, but ringing your bell won’t help. Wait and you'll be able to turn down a side street. Can't you see we're in love? Some say love is an open door. But those of us who are actually in love know the truth. Love is blocked sidewalk. Greg (my boyfriend) and I have been together for two months and COULDN’T BE HAPPIER! Do you see how I’m typing that in all caps? It’s because I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life besides the fact that you aren’t getting around us anytime soon.
I heard you loveless people clear your throat the first time! Some question our right to occupy so much space, particularly on an escalator. They are mostly small-minded simpletons who wish they could tear us asunder physically because they cannot break our spiritual bond. Let them huff and “politely” poke our shoulders. When you’re in love, the world (which includes both sides of an escalator) is yours.
Please continue honking, I implore you. It will do you no good. I don’t care if you’re late for work; my boyfriend and I need to drive alongside each other until we absolutely must part.
“Why don’t you just take the same car?” a policewoman once asked. I replied, “Officer, do you think our passion can be contained in only one vehicle?”
Even last month, I didn’t think about survival when our cruise went down. All I wanted to do was hold his hand. I’m not a traitor to love like Rose in Titanic. I’ll never let go. I cried to the panicked crowd behind us, “Scream all you want. I’m not letting go of my boyfriend’s hand. You say this is the only path to the lifeboat, but what about the path to love?”
The police might call it obstruction, the judge might call it manslaughter, but I call it commitment.