Pride 2013(Steina Natasha) It's Saturday, I am standing in the middle of a crowded street in down town Reykjavík. Trucks, people, cars, balloons, photographers and policemen are passing me. I am yelling orders at everyone, "Trucks to the left, people to the right!" It's Gay pride and I am one of the pride managers. It's on me and a few others to control this sea of people. I am wearing a yellow vest labelled 'PRIDE MANAGER,' under it I have warm sweaters and my pants are bright blue. I have been up since early and unlike other people there with me celebrating queer people I am not made up and fancy. I am short of breath and shouting, but trying my best to be polite at the same time.
I hardly notice the people that pass me. I am to busy trying to make everything go smoothly.

On the hill over looking the parade are around 80,000 people. All around me are news reporters and cameras. On the other side of the parade is a big stage with a massive sound system, big TV screens and two presenters who are announcing the acts and floats passing the stage.
Far away I see a group of people in superhero costumes. It's the group from the second largest city of Iceland. They come down every year and take part in the parade in Reykjavík. I didn't see her coming until she was just a few feet away from me. She was running in her full on massive Batman costume. Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, before I could move a limb she was holding me. Almost lifting me off the ground. Her face so close to mine I couldn't think. She was holding me like I have never been held before. With so much passion and so much protection. Just as I realized who she was, she was kissing me. She was actually kissing me. In front of everyone. The thousands of people, the press, the cameras, the massive stage. Almost as quickly as it had happened she was off, calling from the other side of the street that she would come find me backstage later.

And there I was, going through every emotion possible in my head.
Did she mean it in the way I had felt it? Was she showing me her real feelings?
But why?
After years of friendship, years of spark and feelings, endless hours of deep conversation, was she really now giving me what I always wanted? Did she really love me back?

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