How many people walk these streets window-shopping for the perfect mate? There’s no need for matchmakers. We already seek only what’s safe. Here, sir, for your daughter is a good son, a nice one duplicating religion and race, class and age. Carbon copies. Can we find a way to meet when I’m so Montague and you’re so Capulet? I just want to talk, but my lips won’t move. It’s not right, it won’t work, you won’t like that I’m too this or too that, not enough.. I’m just too uptight. My heart has rarely ever taking any daring risks. Lets stop censoring happiness.. censoring Happiness. And all you with the blue shirts and the red ties are welcome to get your hands out of our pants. We’ll love who we want to how we need to, while your laws wallow in irrelevance. What makes two people caring for each other so scandalous? If something is ruining this world, it certainly isn’t love.