Our Forbidden Love

I : Tear In My Heart

  To fully grasp the concept of everything about love, you must break your heart and learn to attach all the tiny pieces back together— over and over again.

It's not even necessary to have a significant other to know what love is. I can somehow tell you about it but you have to visualize.

Love is every morning that wakes you up. It's the sun trying to peek in your room even if your curtains are all close. It's that little kid giving away half of their chocolate bar to their friend. It's the moon realizing that you are staring.

It is me adoring you and you alone.

Oh the things we could have been.

The things that we could have done together; words I could've said to you.

Why was I too late to realize that Cupid's gift was literally being offered to me without any hesitance?

I miss you, and I think, I forever will.

How the waves reaches the beachside; and how the sand just goes with the flow.

I don't want the idea of you thinking I'm being too political but I miss you so much and I'd do everything to have you back as my one and only.

Come back, dreamer, and let me love you.

...

College. Wow.

Is this really my path? Can I keep studying something that doesn't ignite my passion for a few more years? I have to. I owe it to my father to make him proud of his only daughter.

"Cat, darling?"

"Yeah?" I respond.

"Hannah is already waiting for you outside. You ladies take care, okay?" I nod, give him a quick hug, and grab my belongings.

If it weren't for his ankle injury, he would've driven us. But this is a new chapter for me and my best friend to explore together.

"See you next week!" I shout, as he waves goodbye and watches the car drive away.

I exhale a sigh.

"Calm down, Cataryna, do you want anything to eat?" Hannah asks.

"I need to eat up my anxiety because it's a pain in the ass," I reply honestly.

"It stinks to be you," she snorts, pulling into a drive-thru.

"What do you want?"

"I want her, please," I say, and she smacks my thigh. "Ow!"

"Get your shit together, Cataryna," Hannah says, clearing her throat and rolling down her window.

"We'd like two large hamburgers and two large drinks, plus two dozen nuggets with extra sauce," she says, as I hand her my credit card.

She chuckles before taking it.

"Would you like to eat in this parking lot?"

"Sure, sure."

The only sounds are her chewing and loudly sipping her drink. I eat quietly, but my mind races through the past.

"What are you thinking of, Ms. Michigan?"