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LoveBug
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~This piece deserves an explaination. It isn't a work of complete fiction. My best friend is in a similar situation, and I wrote this about her. ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown and known too late. Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathed enemy.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I saw him from across the room. It started like that. I guess that’s how it always starts. You see him across the room, and you know that he’s the one. I know it sounds really corny, but that’s how it happened. It was a crowded party, and I was just looking around to see who was there, and I saw him. My Romeo. I’ll always remember the magical moment that we made eye contact. The entire room froze, and there was no one else in the world but him and me. Then he started to move towards me. My heart literally stopped, and then he started to talk to me. I don’t remember anything else, other than the fact that I know that I talked back. I never believed in love in first sight. I just thought that Romeo and Juliet was another silly fairy tale, but that all changed that night. At first, I thought that nothing could go wrong in a world that was home to a person like this. But then I noticed a big difference. Maybe I didn’t notice because I was looking upon his soul, not his body, his shell. But the world came crashing down on my head when I noticed that his skin was the color of ebony, while mine was the color of a lily. I had grown up in a home where we were taught “you can be friends with THEM, but nothing more!” Well, now I wanted something more. I wasn’t about to tell my parents, especially my father. He had a very short temper, and he was sure to send me somewhere far away if he even suspected that I was in love with a African-American. The risk was always in the back of my mind, but our relationship continued to grow. I told My Romeo about my situation, and he seemed to understand. How someone can understand such hate and ignorance, I’ll never know. But he did. He did so many amazing things, but the most amazing thing he did was love me, the way I was. I had been hurt a lot, and he helped me believe that I could find happiness. For the first time, I felt that joy and happiness weren’t some far-off things that were out of reach. I had found them. They were mine… I held hands with joy as I walked through the halls of our school. I kissed happiness whenever we could be alone, and I embraced love whenever I felt the cold of the rest of the world try to blow through the cocoon of warmth we created. It seemed as if it could last forever. My parents never suspected a thing. I was going to leave for college in about a year, the same college that My Romeo was going to. We could be together all the time. And when the time was right, we would be joined for all eternity. We would tell my parents then, and they would understand. They would have to understand. And if they didn’t, well, I had him. I thought that my life was complete, but then it just fell apart. Our principal was always in everyone business. He saw everything that went on in his school, via his surveillance cameras that were supposed to be for our protection. I’m sure that he saw My Romeo and I together more than once. But I didn’t think of that the day that my father came to the school. He was just going to talk about a simple schedule change, but they talked about more than that. I was talking to a group of my friends. My Romeo was just down the hall when my father stormed out of the principal’s office. “…Withdraw from this school” was all I heard before he grabbed my arm and started to drag me from the school. I knew better than to try to plead or beg. All I saw were the sympathetic looks of my schoolmates as my father dragged me out of the school with an animal fierceness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Eyes, look your last! Arms take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My parents ranted, raved, and preached for at least three hours before they told me that I was going to an all-girls Christian boarding school upstate. I would be leaving the next day. I wouldn’t cry in front of them. I wouldn’t give them the pleasure. I went to my room, locked the door, and packed my things between my hysterical sobs. After that was gone, I threw myself on my bed and cried late into the night. I probably would have cried until morning if I hadn’t heard something hit my balcony door. Could it be? I quickly wiped away my tears, and opened the door. I smiled and sobbed at the same time. My Romeo had come to my balcony. He climbed up a nearby tree, and jumped onto the balcony with me, and held me in his arms. I don’t know how long we stood there, holding each other. But I do know that the dark sky had started to turn a shade of pink before he showed any sign of leaving. I just held him closer, but he said “I have to go, your parents will be awake soon.” “I’m leaving today” I said, and explained the fate that my parents had resigned me to. My Romeo sighed, and said “They think that they can keep us apart, but they can’t. I’ll be waiting outside of those doors as soon as you turn 18. Until then, take our love with you, wherever you go. That’s the only thing they can’t take away from us”. Then he slipped a ring onto my finger. “A promise ring” he said. “I promise that I’ll wait for you.” Then I looked into his dark eyes for the last time, gave him one last kiss, and embraced him once more, and then he was gone. Death wasn’t the thing that separated My Romeo and me. It was something much worse than death; it was hatred, and ignorance. It’s sad that it still exists, but it is just another obstacle that our love has to overcome. And I know that it will. No matter how strong that hatred may seem, love is always stronger. True love can be destroyed by nothing. The only thing that keeps me going is the promise that he made. I live for the day that I will be able to look into those eyes again. I wait for the time that we will be together again. The entire room will freeze, and there will no one else in the world but him and me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< !signature--> If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a diffrent drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away"- Throeau [This message has been edited by LoveBug (edited 09-09-2000).] |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Absolutely incredible LoveBug...this has got to be the best thing I've ever read by you. Extremely emotional, heart wrenching, yet filled with hope. Hate and ignorace can destroy so much. But with love, we can overcome. I'm sure your best friend will love this. Powerful work, my friend.  *Krista Knutson* "Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart." -Confucious |
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Erin Member Elite
since 2000-06-15
Posts 2527~Chicago~ |
LoveBug~~~WOW!!  This is a really good one. A story to open eyes and see that people can be ignorant, because of a silly thing such as skin color. It sad that this goes on in the world. People are just to blind to see past the little things such as color. WOW this was so good!!  But I noticed one thing in one of the paragraphs. Ok forget that I was gonna copy the part onto the reply, but in the story below it was corrected.< !signature-->~*YoU cAn CoMpLaIn CuZ rOsEs HaVe ThOrNs Or ReJoIcE cUz ThOrNs HaVe RoSeS*~ [This message has been edited by ERIN (edited 09-10-2000).] |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
This was great, LoveBug! A well portrayed picture of the stupidity and pain that's caused by ignorance and prejudice. We all live on the same planet and we all are the same except for the amount of one stupid pigment in our skin... Good writing. Abrahm Simons "Keep on dreamin' boy 'cause when you stop dreaming it's time to die" - Blind Melon |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
This made a most wonderful read from the way it was written... I find most agreement with Abrahm's words as well... regards O LoveBug, Sudhir |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Wow. Finding words to express myself here..this is not only an incredibly well written piece. It is also a wonderful story of love and acceptance. I'm so proud of you! I will keep you and 'Romeo' in my prayers and will rejoice with you when you can be together again. And I admire you for the courage it took to overcome the prejudices of your family...way to go Erin! |
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Jose Marti Member
since 2000-07-01
Posts 374washing DC |
wow, nice piece of writng, very powerful. is this true, did this really happen? I hope not. |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Thank you all for your wonderful replies. Sharon, this isn't about it, it's baised on a situation my friend is in. Her parents haven't found out anything, but I have a feeling that they would go to these extremes if they did. Again, thank you all. |
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Nicki Junior Member
since 2000-09-12
Posts 14 |
I really enjoyed this lovebug it made my heart go pitter patter for my own romeo...it really opens your eyes and makes you appreciate love and all that goes along with it. I have had hard times with romeos in the past and I connected to this story a lot. Thanks for sharing |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Can I be your Romeo now?!! You know I always enjoy your contributions to prose lady... even if I do take a while to respond to them! |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
This was great, i loved the ending immensely. Keep it up!  "I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust." I hate your socks. I'd like to burn them! |
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