It wasn't so much forbidden as it was frowned upon, and with good reason. The love was true, pure...but the soul behind it was cursed with emptiness. We were in love; sweet, decadent and cursed love. This is my story. This is how I fell in love, for the first time.
It was the tapping of the keys, dancing to the beat of our hearts that kept us alive for so long. We met on the internet; it was a one out of a million chance, a speck of pure bright light bursting out from oblivion of darkness and lies, but there it was, shining with my very being.
It lasted for a while, longer than we both expected, longer than it should have. Every time we thought it had died - withered away with the very harshness of the wind, it came alive; like a single spark amongst ashes, it was still there.
Only until he asked me did I realise; he wasn't the man I expected, the man I knew. He was nought but a stranger in possession of my heart; he was a liar, I still don't know who he is, but once my paranoia had crept in, cold and unwelcome did I realise this. A dose of reality showed me who he was, and then, it faded away...slowly, not painfully, but slowly, softly. As if the ebbing of the tides we once danced upon took it in their salty waters to take it away for me. I am glad they did.
My love faded, and now I can't feel a thing. It's nothingness, it's empty and dark here; I can feel it throbbing, I can feel it in my core, it's crying for freedom, - but with reality I hush it, whisper to it, calm and comfort my lost love. Now it is nothing but an echo of sweet rotting memories; my memory remains content here, resting in a deep slumber.
Not a day goes by when it doesn't try and creep back up on me, sneaking around in my mind, rooting and jabbing at my sore heart, searching for an escape, searching for a way to poison my existence.
Reality is my antidote to this dreaded poison we call love.
