Forbidden Love30 Jan, 2010 05:20 PM
I would tell him i love you over the phone when my parents weren't home. I would always hear the reply "I love you more". Just hearing his voice say that made me smile, no matter how many times I have heard it. If only we were allowed to be together. I hate how my parents were. They were racist and unreasonable, stuck in their ways. My mom would tell me that i don't know what love is at such a young age but she was wrong. I was in love with him. Whenever i saw him, i would smile. I couldn't help it. My heart would pound even after all those months we have been together, sneaking and lying to our parents just so we could be together. Yea, it sounds bad but it was the only way we could see each other. We texted each other from morning to night and when no one was home, we would call each other. One Saturday morning, i texted him. i never got a reply. He was always up early in the morning. It was strange that he didn't text me. So when I got home that night from work and my parents went out to eat like they do every Saturday night, I called his house. His mom picked up the phone and her voice sounded sore and filled with short breathes like she had been crying and maybe still was. I asked if Michael was there and when I said his name, the phone filled with the sound of a sob. After a minute or so, she calmed herself down and said calmly to me, "Honey, I'm sorry... I know how much you loved him but Michael got hit by a car this morning and he's dead." I just held the phone to my ear, Not wanting to believe what I heard. I finally said,"dead?" She was silent for a moment and then said yes. I started crying. I couldn't stop. I loved him. I heard on the other line of the phone, "I'm so sorry. This is hard for all of us. If it makes it any better, He loved you... more then anything." I couldn't take it. I just said bye and hung up. I just cried myself to sleep that night and when I woke up, I got ready and went to church. After the serman, they were having a tiny funeral for Michael. It was amazing how fast they got it all together. I looked down into his coffin, seeing the boy that I loved more then my own life. I reached down and touched his cheek. It felt cold and lifeless. Tears were flowing from my eyes, Mascara was staining my cheeks. I whispered, "I love you." and blew him a kiss. I walked towards the door and pushed it open and I started running. I ran past the field and into the park that we got caught kissing in once. In the middle of the field, I fell to my knees and I cried into my hands. At that moment, I felt arms wrap around me but when I turned around, no one was there. Then I heard a very low whisper in my ear, "I love you more."