LOVE LETTERS THAT NEVER MADE IT TO THE COURTHOUSE 

Twenty years of legal love in Spain. Twelve in France and the UK. Just one in Greece. Years of saying “I do” with papers, witnesses, and stressed-out in-laws. Years of legalized love. 
But before all that — and still today — love has always found a way. 
Messy. Quiet. Loud. Sacred. Queer. Real.

✉️ DEAR LABEL-LESS LOVER – [ENTRY FROM AN ANONYMOUS DIARY] 

We called each other “friends,” “roommates” — like that explained anything.


You sent me memes every morning. We laughed instead of talking about the tension.


We found reasons to always be too close.


No one really understood what we were — not even us.

 
You were home and shelter.

🎭 SAPPHIC DRAMA QUEENS – [WHATSAPP GROUP “SCISSOR SISTERS UNLIMITED”] 

“Babes, I’m skipping Sunday brunch.” 

 

“Alicia pulled again 🙄”

 

“This one's it. Swear.” 


“Anyway, I’m off to a cabin in the woods with my butch. Wedding invites coming soon.”

🪖 LOVE IN WAR – [LETTER BETWEEN TWO SOLDIERS, 1943] 

“…I remember the joy when we heard we were coming home — and the heartbreak when we learned it wouldn’t be together. 
We promised to find each other again. Somewhere. 
But fate had other plans. 
Sleep well tonight, my love.” 

💔 GUILTLESS LOVE – [STREET REUNION] 

I’m lucky to have met you when I finally knew I could sleep with someone without feeling hollow after. 
You looked at me like you expected nothing — and gave me everything. 
You said my body was okay. 
You made me laugh while pulling off my pants. 
It wasn’t romantic love. It was pure, messy desire. 
And yeah, it’s cheesy, but I still remember that song we used to play. 

🧾 DEAR (AND SPICY) – [ARCHIVES OF THE SPANISH INQUISITION, 17TH CENTURY – INÉS & CATALINA] 

(Excerpt from the inquisition proceedings against 'Las Cañitas': Inés de Santa Cruz and Catalina Ledesma)

“She did open the natural gate — that is, the shell — of said Catalina with her hands until the sacred seeds of her body flowed into the other’s, and so they were known as The Little Canes. This was well known among those who knew them.” 

🎬 FIRST LOVE – [EUPHORIA SCRIPT] 

And even though Jules had never been in love before — she could already imagine forever with her. 

🏛️ LOVE BEFORE IT WAS LEGAL – [LETTER TO OBAMA, 2013] 

Hi, I’m Sophia. Your friend who invited you to dinner. 
Maybe you don’t remember me — that’s okay. 
I just wanted to say I’m really glad you think two men can get married. 
Because I have two dads. 
And they love each other. 

💬 LOOKING FOR LOVE – [TINDER CONVO, 2018] 

— You looking for something serious? 

 

— I’m looking for something real. Even if it only lasts two weeks and a music festival.

— That works 4me.

⏳ LOVE WITH AN EXPIRATION DATE – [UNPUBLISHED MEMOIRS] 

We devoured the whole summer. 
Watermelon, sweat, wine in plastic cups. 
You wrote your number on my arm. 
Kissed me like we had to survive a zombie apocalypse. 
It didn’t last long — 
But you left me a playlist and a scent that still smells like the afterparty. 
Thank you for making me feel endless, even if just for 15 days. 

📿 CONVENT LOVE – [LETTERS BETWEEN CARMELITES ANA & BEATRIZ] 

Let’s not speak of how deep this love goes — it never ends. 
Six weeks apart felt like six years. 
Believe me, we’re spellbound. 
The days I don’t write to you, I feel like I can’t breathe. 
So here I am, starting this letter with pleasantries, just to use more paper on you.

👵 INTERGENERATIONAL CARE – [FAMILY DINNER WHISPER] 

The day you rested your hands on my shoulders — 
it wasn’t like before, when you held the weight of that kid who spilled juice all over his sweater. 
Now I hold you, as you slip on your slippers. 
In this house. Your house. Your new home. 
I love you, Mom.

🖊️ DEAR LEGALLY-BINDING LOVE – [FRIDAY NIGHT FLASHBACK] 

You got married in a suit. No flowers. With an emotional mom. 
The DJ sneaked in some of our guilty pleasures. 
It was political. It was beautiful. 
Not because of the paperwork — 
But because it was the first time I loved without hiding. 
Loud, proud, and real. 

💖 AND ABOVE ALL… 

To the unnamed loves. 
The ones without rainbows, albums, or public relationship status. 
To those who came before the laws. 
Who cared in silence. 
Who taught us love needs no contract. 
To the ones we lost — and still ache for. 
To the ones yet to come — in whatever form they take. 

🏳️‍🌈 ABOVE ALL, WHAT’S BEEN LIVED 🏳️‍🌈

P.D.: This week’s blog is brought to you by our limited-edition Cocopunch body wash. Start the summer smelling like a 5-star hammock soaked in piña colada. Free with any €100 skincare splurge.

LOVE LETTERS THAT NEVER MADE IT TO THE COURTHOUSE 

Twenty years of legal love in Spain. Twelve in France and the UK. Just one in Greece. Years of saying “I do” with papers, witnesses, and stressed-out in-laws. Years of legalized love. 
But before all that — and still today — love has always found a way. 
Messy. Quiet. Loud. Sacred. Queer. Real. 

✉️ DEAR LABEL-LESS LOVER – [ENTRY FROM AN ANONYMOUS DIARY] 

We called each other “friends,” “roommates” — like that explained anything.

 
You sent me memes every morning. We laughed instead of talking about the tension.

 
We found reasons to always be too close.


No one really understood what we were — not even us. 
You were home and shelter.

🎭 SAPPHIC DRAMA QUEENS – [WHATSAPP GROUP “SCISSOR SISTERS UNLIMITED”]

“Babes, I’m skipping Sunday brunch.” 

 

“Alicia pulled again 🙄” 

 

“This one's it. Swear.”


“Anyway, I’m off to a cabin in the woods with my butch. Wedding invites coming soon.”

🪖 LOVE IN WAR – [LETTER BETWEEN TWO SOLDIERS, 1943] 

“…I remember the joy when we heard we were coming home — and the heartbreak when we learned it wouldn’t be together. 
We promised to find each other again. Somewhere. 
But fate had other plans. 
Sleep well tonight, my love.” 

💔 GUILTLESS LOVE – [STREET REUNION] 

I’m lucky to have met you when I finally knew I could sleep with someone without feeling hollow after. 
You looked at me like you expected nothing — and gave me everything. 
You said my body was okay. 
You made me laugh while pulling off my pants. 
It wasn’t romantic love. It was pure, messy desire. 
And yeah, it’s cheesy, but I still remember that song we used to play. 

🧾 DEAR (AND SPICY) – [ARCHIVES OF THE SPANISH INQUISITION, 17TH CENTURY – INÉS & CATALINA] 

(Excerpt from the inquisition proceedings against 'Las Cañitas': Inés de Santa Cruz and Catalina Ledesma)

“She did open the natural gate — that is, the shell — of said Catalina with her hands until the sacred seeds of her body flowed into the other’s, and so they were known as The Little Canes. This was well known among those who knew them.” 

🎬 FIRST LOVE – [EUPHORIA SCRIPT] 

And even though Jules had never been in love before — she could already imagine forever with her. 

🏛️ LOVE BEFORE IT WAS LEGAL – [LETTER TO OBAMA, 2013] 

Hi, I’m Sophia. Your friend who invited you to dinner. 
Maybe you don’t remember me — that’s okay. 
I just wanted to say I’m really glad you think two men can get married. 
Because I have two dads. 
And they love each other. 

💬 LOOKING FOR LOVE – [TINDER CONVO, 2018] 

— You looking for something serious?

 

— I’m looking for something real. Even if it only lasts two weeks and a music festival.

— That works 4me.

⏳ LOVE WITH AN EXPIRATION DATE – [UNPUBLISHED MEMOIRS] 

We devoured the whole summer. 
Watermelon, sweat, wine in plastic cups. 
You wrote your number on my arm. 
Kissed me like we had to survive a zombie apocalypse. 
It didn’t last long — 
But you left me a playlist and a scent that still smells like the afterparty. 
Thank you for making me feel endless, even if just for 15 days. 

📿 CONVENT LOVE – [LETTERS BETWEEN CARMELITES ANA & BEATRIZ] 

Let’s not speak of how deep this love goes — it never ends. 
Six weeks apart felt like six years. 
Believe me, we’re spellbound. 
The days I don’t write to you, I feel like I can’t breathe. 
So here I am, starting this letter with pleasantries, just to use more paper on you. 

👵 INTERGENERATIONAL CARE – [FAMILY DINNER WHISPER] 

The day you rested your hands on my shoulders — 
it wasn’t like before, when you held the weight of that kid who spilled juice all over his sweater. 
Now I hold you, as you slip on your slippers. 
In this house. Your house. Your new home. 
I love you, Mom. 

🖊️ DEAR LEGALLY-BINDING LOVE – [FRIDAY NIGHT FLASHBACK] 

You got married in a suit. No flowers. With an emotional mom. 
The DJ sneaked in some of our guilty pleasures. 
It was political. It was beautiful. 
Not because of the paperwork — 
But because it was the first time I loved without hiding. 
Loud, proud, and real. 

💖 AND ABOVE ALL… 

To the unnamed loves.

 
The ones without rainbows, albums, or public relationship status.

 
To those who came before the laws.

 
Who cared in silence.

 
Who taught us love needs no contract.

 
To the ones we lost — and still ache for.

 
To the ones yet to come — in whatever form they take. 

🏳️‍🌈 ABOVE ALL, WHAT’S BEEN LIVED 🏳️‍🌈

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