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Forbidden Love
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Forbidden Love Living quietly amongst the masses in this world there are those, who no matter how diligently they endeavor, simply cannot see the world in black and white; only in true living color as experienced through their own eyes. Guided by their own internal moral compasses they choose to live by their own code of ethics while attempting to cause no harm to anyone. For them, there are seldom absolute rights or definite wrongs, only assessments based on current circumstances with full knowledge of the potential consequences of their actions. In a different place or at a different time in history things would have been less set in stone. The methodology that many times is used to distinguish the difference between legends, heroes, martyrs, outlaws, criminals, and renegades is the way it ultimately gets played out in real life; regardless, this was their story... They met somewhere on that imperceptible line that both divides and defines age and time, that invisible boundary set by the laws and ideals of men that hearts cannot see, nor can they read. The only unusual thing about the day they met so many years ago was the fact that their paths strangely intersected. They were as an unlikely a couple as there ever could have been. From the right side of the tracks, she was a good girl from a well to do family, and was he was, well, from just the opposite. Society has always had its own guiding principles as to who should be involved with whom and when. Their<b> illicit </font></b>union caused the world around them to boil in a constant state of flux; prohibited by all acceptable and known doctrine of present day culture. She was an utterly adorable young woman; everyone who knew her loved her. As surely as heat, light and energy emanate somehow magically from the sun, beauty, elegance, poise, and charm radiated intrinsically from some wonderful well that flowed from deep inside of her. She was a bright, pretty, sunny dispositional and soft spoken girl who had the whole of the world set at her feet. Every advantage in life had been hers since before birth, with the promise of a brilliant and flourishing future, and yet for some incomprehensible reason, she was willing to set it all aside; her sights had been set on him. He was aware of what was said of him; social order looked down on his kind. He couldn’t dispute anything they whispered among themselves and he did nothing to disprove their allegations. More times than not, he wore them proudly with those accusations only adding a firmer arrogant swagger to his steps. Never once did he ask to have the past he had, and never once did he ask anything from anyone, except to be left alone and to live his own life. He proudly made his own way with what he had and with the best he knew how. He simply didn’t know much, except there was something uniquely special about that one incomparable girl. At fifteen, she was more mature as a woman than he was an adult at twenty two and yet somehow their spirits entwined. Few, save her older sister, understood what she saw in that young man, and still against all logic and reason, she persevered. She knew it was claimed he would take from her what he wanted and then casually walk away, but in her heart of hearts, she knew differently. She had a way about her of drawing out a gentler side of him that made him feel stronger and more virile than all his conceit and highhanded ways combined, and yet those softer things were the things he resisted as being both foreign and prohibited to all men. There should have been no way he could have been gripped so soundly by whatever forces had a hold of him, after all he was immune to that sort of thing; he was impervious to the laws of love. However, no matter how he tried to shake it off, it gripped him tightly. As a moth is helplessly drawn to a flame from out of the expanse of darkness, to her, he was so attracted from out of his. He was of the mindset that without her in his life; there could be no life. Despite all the opinions, obstacles, threats and a myriad of related problems, they ultimately formed their way together. One was as cold rigid iron, the other, electrically magnetic. I have never attempted to excuse my actions nor have I ever tried to justify my reasoning; it was simply, what it was. Any superfluous explanation or defense would, in my opinion, taint the truth and remembrance of the extraordinarily beautiful relationship and unified life that enveloped us for over 20 years. There was nothing tawdry or sullied in any of it. It wasn’t long after I knew how deeply I loved her that I decided that steel bars or death would be the only two things that would ever have enough power to separate me from her. It is odd how the strange twists of fate and events do eventually play out in life. With all the fool hearty things I’ve done, the thoughtless risks I’ve taken, the way I drove and lived my life, in a million years I would never have believed the death that separated us could ever have been hers. It’s seven years today since the accident...some days, some how, perhaps because of the passing of time, it often seems so far off into the distance, and yet others days, it still seems so very close. Thank you for the giving of your time to read this. H.  MOOD:TORN Horny4770  |
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That was a beautiful story and very touching. Thank you for sharing it. 
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What a wonderful way to remember her. You have been blessed twice in your life, my friend. 
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How lucky you are to have two wonderful women in your life. One in the past, and now, one for the rest of your life. It's wonderful. "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." 
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