What if I was a cowboy who was in love with another cowboy? What if we lived in a ranch together and every day we would do chores together and mess around like lovers do? We'd wrestle in the fields as the sun set, and I'd lose; he'd climb on top of me, and when he smiled, I smiled back, and we'd kiss as our hats shielded us from the world. We’re alone together, and that's fine by us. At night, we would sleep in the same bed and huddle up real close because the night was cold, and then what? What if I was a cowboy in love?


















