Forbidden Love

IV - 1985

Pier said something to his grandmother, something that I couldn't understand. It was something in french- I told you I wasn't fluent. For I wasn't real into my french class and never thought I would auchally live in France. I asked him what he said, and he told me that he was wondering where his mother was. His grandmother called his mother's name,"Marié, Marié!" and something in french, which once again, surprise surprise, I couldn't understand. His mother ran in. "My boy! My boy!" She shouted, running with open arms hugging him. "And, you brought a girl!" She paused, then hugging me. "Welcome." She said, "may I get you anything?" She motioned her hand towards the kitchen, smiling at me. "No no, I'm fine- mercí." She looked at me like she knew I wasn't french. She laughed. "Your an American, I see. Welcome to our country, madam!" She pulled me towards the kitchen, "You must try grandmother Louisë's macaroons! They are the best in the world, I tell you!" She handed me a few, and I didn't tell her I'd already had some because I definitely wanted more. "Good?" She asked, nodding her head. "Yes, very good." I said, smiling while chewing. It was weird, like I was dating Pier. Like I was meeting his family for the first time- as in a relationship. I hadn't even met Gregory's family, I knew his parents well, but I knew Pier's family more. I bonded with his better. Like they were my own family. I had only been with them for a few hours, but I felt as if I have known them forever.

***

We said our goodbyes, and Pier drove us back to the academy. "I had a great time," I said. "I'm glad." He said, grabbing my hand. He suddenly let go quickly, pretending it didn't happen. "You okay?" I said. "Your getting married, Sherrie. I don't know if I can't do this. I'm incredibly attracted to you- and I can't remain friends with you." He paused. I looked down in shock. "Pier..." He interupted. "I love you, Sherrie. But you love someone else... and I can't see you without seeing him deep in my mind." I looked at him in shock, and I said something that I probably shouldn't have said, "Pier, I love you." I moved my hand towards my mouth, and regretted it knowing that Gregory was waiting for me at home, ready to marry me. I just said "I love you" to another man. I was supposed to love Gregory, I thought. But a part of me thought that I didn't love him. "You-" he started, shaking his head. "No." He said. "You are engaged to another man, and you-" he paused. "You love me?" He said. "Yes, Pier. I didn't realize it till now." He stopped the car, making the car squeak. He then kissed me passionately. I never wanted this to end. I wanted to run off with him, be with him forever. "Sherrie, my love. You mustn't leave this country, stay with me." He said, kissing me once again. It was a dark night, and we were in his car for over an hour, relaxing. We kissed many times, and one thing led to another. We had made love. He was in deep sleep, and I looked above at the ceiling of the car. This was a mistake, I thought. I'm engaged and I just made love to another man. How could I? I didn't deserve Gregory, for he was much better than I was. He would never do this to me. "Pier," I whispered,"Pier wake up." He turned his head, stretching a little, and said, "Good morning, beautiful." He said, leaning in to kiss me. "Pier, what if this is a mistake?" I said. That was probably the worst thing I could have said to him, but he took it well surprisingly. "Do you think it is?" He said, looking disappointed. "No, it's just- I'm engaged and I just slept with you." I said. He seemed irritated. He grabbed his shirt and sat up. "Sherrie-" he said, nodding his head in disappointment. He got out of the car. "Pier, wait," I said. "Sherrie, I'm done with this. I just gave myself to you and you don't even think you love me?" He said, a tear rolled down his eye. I realized at that moment what a horrible person I was. He lost his virginity to me. I started crying. "Pier, I do love you. I know I do. You just don't understand. I'm engaged and I just slept with you. I just don't know what to do." He turned around, crying with sorrow and disappointment. "Let me know when you've figured it out." He exclaimed, climbing back into his car and driving away. "Pier!" I yelled. He had left me there, and I had to walk back to the academy.

***

I saw Pier at school the next day. He avoided me. I couldn't help but cry, I do love him. I ran towards him. I heard his friend Lief yell, "hey look guys, it's the girl who used Pier for sex!" I turned towards all of them, they were laughing and pointing. I stormed towards Pier. "How could you?" I yelled. He looked sorry. Everyone new. How could Pier do that? I trusted him.

***

I sat near a statue, crying with shame. I saw a man walking towards me. It was Pier. "I- I'm sorry." He said. "Pier, how could you?" I said, wiping my tears away. "I told Lief, that was it. I didn't know she would tell everyone. I was upset, I'm sorry." He said. I hugged him. I did deserve it. "Does this mean you forgive me?" I said, laughing. "I suppose." He says, hugging me tighter. "I meant to tell you last night," he started, "my grandmother booked us a hotel suite for spring break, and we can go to all the sites, such as the magnificent Eiffel Tower." He said. "What do you think?" "Yes, of course!" I said, kissing him. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." I said, and we kissed once more.