Kevin is my home; he is my lifelong witness.

My childhood neighbor built a wall between us two before I met Kevin, by terrorizing the faggot next door.

I didn’t know I was gay and I didn’t know him, but that teenage boy who recognized me as he followed out the door on my way home from the party — he built the wall between me and Kevin.

My parents built a wall between me and Kevin.

My boss at NASA built a wall between me and Kevin.

And, of course, how could I forget?
Four strangers with a baseball bat built a wall between me and Kevin.
That, specifically, is the final wall.

Once it is toppled, Kevin and I are finally free.
(They totally ruined DTF for me.)

A family cannot be an open country.

The stakes are too high for us; We are in so much danger. So, we are now a family. I lost the power to sever and cauterize the moment you all recoiled. It is a vestige from my past life, one that I no longer retain.

I promise I will never make a unilateral decision about inclusion or exclusion from this point ever again.

You three are my family, and I recognized all of you from the moment I saw you.

And I need you to help me tear down those walls with all of our open borders.

I need you to help me get home.