"Their love forbidden, they lived side by side as victims of a cruel fate."
The beginning so confusing;
between love and lust I could not differentiate,
The excitement, the passion;
the secret moments stolen from each day,
The patient hours we watched in silent anxiety,
As we waited for each moment.
When apart, short moments seemed like an eternity filled with longing, Together held in loves embrace;
a day seemed only but a short moment.
The moments, stolen from another;
were they so wrong?
But what of the fire and the passion, what was right and wrong?
Are we ever owned by another,
or do we give of ourselves to those we choose,
The anxiety and the guilt; the pride and the shame,
Two minds seeming as one; all in the battle, of the one within.
At times totally lost, in a sea of love,
Sometimes bound; in the fires of an eternal lust
Could he give so much of him; if he belonged to another?
The push and pull, the right and the wrong, The chill of being, on the edge of the line, Confusion being, a constant state of mind, The answers unknown, at this moment in time.
Such was the case; of a forbidden love.
Desire held deep within, I look upon the stars and wait for the day you're to be mine.. to be the sweetness that clouds my mind, whispering gently telling me all will be fine.
When will that day dawn upon us? When will it beam down like the gentle rays that leave the sun on a clear day, like the soft breeze that wraps around ones body on a fall afternoon?
Shall our time come only when the sand within every desert turns into grass? The flowers beginning to bloom as years and years pass? My dear heart, come to me, please..
— Journal entry 28, May 13th.
Misato sano.
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