Love without colour

A real relationship

Oswaldo’s P.O.V

She’s so beautiful, I love watching her sleep. All of her wild curly hair spread out on my chest and her naked body entangled with mine. The sight is a beautiful one. She looks so peaceful, like an angel. I will never get tired of waking up next to her. The way I feel about her, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I miss her when she’s not with me, and everything around me reminds me of her.

She’s mine and I don’t plan on letting her go. When I got her to admit she loved me, it was the best feeling in the world. I never would’ve thought that one tiny person could consume me the way she does. I would do anything for her and give her whatever she wants.

I wanna know everything about this girl, but she still holds a piece of herself back, like she’s afraid I’m gonna hurt her. I’d never hurt her. The only time she’s not closed off, is when we’re making love. She leaves herself bare for me, giving herself fully and completely. At times I don’t really understand it. Why is she kicking me out and pushing me away? What is she so afraid of?

I’ve stopped going to school, instead I’m studying from home. I do pick her up from school when I have the time though. Even that she does not like. I’m starting to feel like she doesn’t want people to know we’re together. I can’t call her my girl or my girlfriend in public. I can’t hold or touch her when other people are round. It’s getting frustrating.

However, behind closed door, she’s all mine. I sometime wonder if she’s ashamed of me because I’m white. But I try not to let it get to me. I’d happily shout out to the world that I love her. I don’t care what colour her skin is or what race she is. I love her and that’s all that matter.

I’ve had a few encounters with Max, since I told Melody that he’s in love with her. He hasn’t come to my house, he wouldn’t dare. However, I’ve seen him with Melody on a lot of occasions. Melody chose to ignore what I told her about Max. I told her I don’t like it that she’s friends with him, but she just rolled her eyes at me saying, she’s not my property and I’m the one she’s in bed with when night falls.

I trust her, I do. And I know she wouldn’t cheat on me. It’s Max I don’t trust. He always calls her up at some weird and very late times. I got so pissed one time when he called, while I was making love to my girl, that I answered the phone and left it on. I can’t remember how many times that night I made her scream my name, but she was pissed when she found out. 

It was the first real fight we had since I came out of the hospital.

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“How could you, Richie. That shit’s s’pose to be between the two of us. Now Max knows the sounds I made while we’re having sex. Might as well send him a video to go with the recording.”

That ass. “Mel, I’m tired of his punk ass calling you when you’re with me. What pray tell, can he have to say to you at 1 in the morning that can’t wait until sunrise? He does it just to piss me off.”

Her hands are on her hips and her face scrunched up in a frown.

“So yo bright idea was to let him listen in as you screw me? How do you think that makes me feel, Richie?”

The hurt on her face is the only thing that makes me feel a little bad.

“Mel, I’m sorry. I just don’t like it that he calls you every time you’re with me. I just wanted him to hear whose name you call out at night. Maybe now he’ll get the message and back the hell off.”