I hugged her- for the last time ever.
Our fingernails dig into each other's skin and in our eyes the same message hung unsaid.
/I love you/
/i love you too/
Suddenly,we were pulled apart by the familiar harsh hands of my mother .
Would we ever meet again?
I never expected her to be the obstacle we would face in our relationship. Everyone seemed so welcoming.
Except my mother.
Why, why wasn't our love acceptable?
I asked myself, crestfallen and betrayed. Love, I strongly believed, should be accepted by all. As long as both sides consented, how could it ever be perceived as sinful?
Shouldn't I have the right as an individual to love whoever I wished to?
Desperately, I swung my hands and flailed my arms in the air. Please. Just one more moment. A heavy hand came crashing onto my chest, knocking out all the air I had in my lungs then. I was restrained by my father, as was she by her family. Finally, we had been truly pulled apart, forbidden to ever interact with the other again.
