We first saw each when we were both young. You were with those elegant people and hung out with them while I was sitting on our staircase. Our friendship started with a simple “Hi.” Little did I know that you were the son of my dad’s enemy. He said, “Stay away from my daughter.” I saw your face. Your scared face. And you ran away. That night, you climbed up to my room like a thief and played with me. You thought me everything when we decided to go out of the dark and went out of town. We did it everyday in every year that passed. But one day, we were caught by my parents. My dad said that he’d shoot you if you still didn’t get away from me. I saw that same scared face I saw when we were younger. And you ran away. That night, I locked myself in my room for a day. I just cried silently. But my heart kept on shouting your name. After minutes, I saw you on my balcony. Standing. Holding a rose. There you said, “Let’s go. Out of town. And never look back.” And so, I came with you. My father found it out. And forced me to go back. I was crying at that moment. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to be with you. I loved you ever since.
After that, we still did the same routine we used to do. We were like kids. Running after another on the hilltop when the moon is full. Screaming and shouting swear words. That was the most beautiful moment I ever had. Then beneath the moon’s smile, you knelt down and said, ”Marry me.” And then my father’s servants surrounded us with guns and swords and arrows and other harmful things. That night, I realized, that this love we had was difficult. But it’s real. Yeah. I know it’s real. Because you died that night fighting for our love. Actually, we both died that night. We were stabbed by a sword while hugging each other. And that was the best thing that happened to us. I love the idea of us dying together. Because that’s what I really want to happen. Like in the story of Romeo and Juliet. I know their love story is tragic, like ours. But ours, it’s not just another ordinary tragic love story like theirs. It was unique. And I love it.
