Forbidden Love

Forbidden love is the one form of love everyone wants to have experienced at least once in their lifetimes. Forbidden love has some features that normal everyday love never reaches. It’s that weird sense of excitement that never goes away no matter how much you are satisfied. It’s the rush you feel that you have while you are together, the rush of knowing its wrong and the rush that you can be caught at any moment.

Forbidden love is not something that is new to our world, in fact I think that back in the seventeen and eighteenth centaury it was discovered and in full bloom. Back then times were different and if you had noble blood you would marry a nobleman no matter what you said or what you wanted. In that time status and money meant the world and even meant more than true love or happiness. They believed that money could buy anything including emotions.

It was then when stableman fell in love with the Duke’s eldest daughter who has been promised to the son of a Lord or a Count. When the lady would tell him she was to be wed, the stableman would declare his undying love for her and wanting her to choose him over her Lord. Of course she could not but agrees to have an affair with him, they promise each other that no one would breathe a word. So it was done and a hot and passionate affair starts between them. The Lady then starts to sneak off to the stables or the woods to be with her true love.

The passion shared between the two of them is unbelievably good. It’s like tasting something new everyday and experiencing it a little longer than the afternoon before. You know what you are doing is wrong but in some sense how can loving someone be wrong? How can wanting to be with someone for every moment of your being, be so damn wrong? Who decides what is wrong and right when it comes to love?

Would it truly be the end of the world of a lady of leisure end up married with a commoner? Would it be so bad to spend your life with someone you love but instead of a ten bedroom mansion you live in a one bedroom excuse for a house but at least you know the man sharing your bed is the man you love, the man you desire and the man you crave?

Or does those feelings all crumble away when it all becomes real? Now it’s not just an afternoon game being played by you and the help. When it becomes real it’s not just a hot passionate love affair which you can turn on and off when it pleases you? Now it’s the real life with you having to work hard along side your loving and gorgeous husband. If you imagine it all and you can still bare to be with him then its perhaps true love and then my advice is jump for it.

Mostly a forbidden love is just a phase that someone goes through. It shapes both parties for the future and it rarely works out in the end. The simple reason for that is because it’s not right to start off with so how can it later become right, something that your family will accept? There is a reason that it’s forbidden in the first place. A reason that does now might not make sense but in a few years from now when you look back to this love affair, then it might be clearer.

Have fun in while it lasts but remember that something forbidden is never meant to last a lifetime.

Remembering

Remembering is not such a bad thing to do. At first all I wanted, was to forget, to forget you and all the good times we have shared. I wanted to click on delete and empty the recycle bin so that I don’t have to be reminded of you. I didn’t want to feel the pain anymore and thinking about you was painful. Knowing that you will never call again, never email again, never send me flowers again and never kiss me goodnight again, that scared me! I thought I realized that I couldn’t move on without erasing your form my entire life.  Hit the delete button and try to act as if you never existed. I picked myself up and tried to move on and tried to start over.

Little did I know that the love I felt for you was true love. That it is not something that you can just switch on or off. It’s not the material things in life that reminds us of our loved ones. It’s not their clothes, books or even pictures. No, it’s the memories the two of you have shared together and no matter how hard you try to block it out, it always has some ways of crawling back into your mind.

When I walked down the street after it rained, I remember the times you would take me out dancing in the pouring rain and our laughter echoing down the street.

When I sense the smell of freshly cut grass, I remember the time you cut the grass only half way when it started to rain and you came back to bed and we just cuddled all day.

If I go to the theatre and I see young couples in love, seeing the sparkle in their eye, I think back on the times we would go to the theatre and how I would always end up resting my head on your shoulder.

When I sit in the cinema and a couple walks in, I remember the first of many movies watched with you.

When a waterpype bursts in our street, I think back on the morning when that happened at your places while you were shaving and you rubbed off all the shaving cream on the pillow and myself!

When it rains, I remember the Sundays we would spend either on the sofa or inbed watching movies, being lazy and fighting over who will make coffee.

These are just a few things that come to mind, I can continue for days, months and years to name every single thing. Some memories are beter left in the past but memories of love and happiness deserves to be remembered. No matter how hard you try to suppress it, it always finds a way back out, not always at the best of times. So do yourself a favor, don’t try to forget your loved one, remember and let their memories live on!

Loosing a friend and brother

The darkness fills my body and soul when I think back on that grueling day. The guilt and sadness of the entire event flashes by and my stomach turns like waves in a hurricane. I rerun every movement and saying but when he walks out of the house I try to go outside and stop him, the door is slammed shut and barricaded from the other side. I run to every possible exit but my luck has run out like a bottle of whiskey in the house of an alcoholic.

I talk to everyone in the house, trying to get someone to listen, trying to get someone to stop him but they walk past me and ignoring me like I simply don’t exist. Then I see myself talking to my friend as if nothing is wrong.  I scream at myself but nothing sinks in. Don’t they see me at all, surely I should hear myself?

There I stand cleaning her bedroom and finally taking a seat on the sofa. She puts in the DVD and we light up a cigarette and drink our coffee. Gran walks past our room and she goes into the back garden to continue her daily gardening. I get up to go to the bathroom and see Aunty Gail getting back to bed. The music from the room in the backyard trumpets through the entire house, it sounds like an Eminem CD jacked into a local taxi with more base than needed!

How can everyone be so calm? How can they just go on with their day, while the tragedy of a lifetime is about to occur within a few moments? I see myself walking back to her room and sit back down on the sofa. I swing my legs over the arm of the sofa to get a comfortable angle.  I see myself talking to her, asking her if we should not ask him to join us for a movie, telling her that after everything that was said, perhaps we should go out that night to get it off his mind.

We continue to watch the movie and more or less thirty minutes fly past and I see Gail walking to past our room and I hear the back door opening with ease this time round. I hear her screaming and we run outside to the back, my feet barely touch the steps and I run around the wall to find him hanging there. I see him hanging there with his lifeless body connected to the roof with white lead wire. Gail continues to scream and cry at once and pretty much so does everyone else, its chaos around me and I need to make some sort of order to it all.

I lift his feet and scream to Gail so that she can remove the wire from his neck. I place him softly on the ground scared that his porselein body would break into pièces. I instruct her to give him CPR and I run back to the room to get my cell phone, I call the cops and urge them to come quick. We hear the ambulance far in the distance but instead of the sounds becoming closer it fades. I start to panic and take over CPR from Gail trying to give her a break. I tell her to calm Gran and just take her into the house before I loose my mind. Marlene sits on the steps of the kitchen just moving back and forth not saying a word. To me she looks like a patient in a mental hospital.

Perhaps that is where I have found myself upon, inside the world of a crazy person and all of this is just a dream. The only problem of my theory is that everything feels so real. The idea of it all is unreal but I can feel his cold lips each time I try to breath the life back into him. I can still hear Gran’s crying in the distance coming from the house and I can see the Marlene just sitting there with the Eminem CD still pumping its beat in the background.

Gail gets back and offers to take over from me and I gladly step down. I go to the room and switched off the overbearing rap sounds which are driving me crazy by now.  I walk to Marlene and tap her on the shoulder and walk to the front gate. We sit on the porch not saying a word to each other. The sun is on its highest but all I can see is the darkness overbearing on this house. The ambulance sounds are becoming clearer and within a few minutes they stop in front of the house. I open the gate and urge them to hurry when the paramedic tells me that they struggled to find the house and it’s their first day on the job. I lead them to the back garden and take them Jesse and his mother. They shock him twice before he shows a pulse and they load him onto the stretcher where they now want to move him to the ambulance. I walk behind them still not knowing what it is I am and should be feeling. The lady lets go of the stretcher and runs past me and with reflexes kicking in, I grab the stretcher and walk with to ambulance where they load him onto the trolley bed and into the ambulance. The paramedic comes back and you can smell the stent of fresh vomit from her breath.

I can feel my mouth starting to water but I keep it in and once the ambulance drives off I run to the bathroom and puke.  I come back and take a seat on the porch, next to Marlene. She hands me a cigarette and take a deep drag on in, I slowly blow out the smoke and we sit there for hours not saying a word to each other.

Your mind runs crazy with silly thoughts and you still hope that it’s just a bad dream and in a few hours you wil wake up to find everything in place. The truth to the matter is nothing was ever in place again after that day ever again.