FORBIDDEN

EPILOGUE

Love is such an unexplainable thing.

It lets you shed every emotion you can release through it. You gave in without any expectations or hesitations that he or she would give back.

Here you are, broken, forcing your self to be strong as you could ever be. Then, here he goes, entering the picture, helping you get through the pain. He, who was trying to help you. You two, who experience the real meaning of love between the company of each other.

But how could you tell when would it lasts? How could you tell that you are happy while experiencing the agony of it?

They say, "Love is a gamble."

Can you take the risk of winning or losing this kind of gamble?

Taking the risk is just like commiting suicide in a sweet way; jumping off the building without thinking if someone could be down there waiting to catch you. Or if that someone would just simply watch you falling and laughing at you because you fell into his trap.

But how about jumping off the building knowing that he would catch you? Yet, he had no choice but to put you down, then leave you alone for he could not be the one for you?

Are you willing to give in though you know you'll lose in the end for the sake of having a little more time to embrace the sparkling feeling of loving someone and him or her loving you back despite everything?

Would you fight for it if you had knew that the love you treasure the most is prohibited, more likely, against the world?

Would it still matter? Or just give up your once in a lifetime happiness for cutting the prolonging agony?

THIS IS A TAGALOG STORY OF A COUPLE WHO, FOR THE RIGHT TIME AND RIGHT PLACE, HAD A WRONG LOVE FOR THE WRONG PERSON.