January 10, 1990
I wanted nothing more than to be with him. I wanted his love, his kisses that sent lines of fire crawling along my skin. I wanted his hugs and his warmth. I wanted him, and only him.
But this story is just like any other love story, our love is forbidden. It's like the forbidden, succulent, fruit that i so desperatly need.
I'll be his eve if he'll be my adam and we'll ignore god's warning.
I'll be his Juliet if he'll be my Romeo and we'll down the posion together.
but that's all a fantasy. A dream in my own little world, a dream i would love to see lived out.
but it's nothing more than a dream.
It is, with great pain, that i shield my porcleain heart from him. The heart-breaking pain that showed in his deep, blue eyes, eyes that could see me at my darkest and still find beauty, still haunt my dreams.
I'll never be able to forgive myself because of that.
Seeing him with another girl would shatter my tender heart. There are some days, i wish i could take it all back and be his forever.
but no. Father would be ever so disapointed in me. No. We can't have that. I'd be shunned if i went back to him. If i went back to my love. But oh, how badly i wish to bw in his loving, warm, embrace. With his musky natural scent that i love. But no. father would not allow that.
It is with great distaste that i have decided to push away my true love. At all costs. I can take the pain because in my heart i know that this is the best thing.
In this story, i cannot be the hero who gets everything. I have to, i must, follow my father.
