RHAPSODY
Do tell me, because I do not understand. What is love?
It can be many things, I suppose. Pure; as light and delicate as the wings of an angel, or tainted; soiled with the sins of another.
It can fill you up until you feel so giddy that you are not able to think straight, or it can pull at your heart, making you nervous; scared; unable to control your actions.
Can it be narcissistic? You can love many things: friends, items, idols, places, money.
Family.
Upon stipulation, if you love a person - and you truly love them with every piece of your heart - then how can it not be true? If you feel as if you have a special bond between you, should people not smile upon your love and blossoming relationship, rather than frowning, calling it sick - a taboo.
Why must it always be up to society? Why are people so judgemental? Why does everything have to be perfect and fit in with what they want? I do not understand - it is not fair, nor right. People say that love is a good thing and that if you find your soul mate, you should settle with them and cherish them – cherish and appreciate the fact that you managed to find the perfect person, when there are so many who wander on alone, lost and straying from their destined paths.
Hence why do they insist that our love is wrong and unnatural? Why do they try to tear us apart? We are possibly the most perfect people for each other, but they try to tell us that we are mistaken.
There is more to me and you than they know.
Sometimes, I wish I did not have the misfortune to fall in love with him and to have him love me back, but life without him… It does not bear to think about.
We have been together since we were born. We have done everything together; nothing has or ever will tear us apart.
Not our loving family.
Not our judgemental and perfectionist society.
Not the frowning people in our street.
The world that we live in belongs to us, a place where we know no bounds. He is my mirror and secret and perpetual love.
I feel as if we are committing one of the biggest sins that is imaginable within this society, yet experiencing the utmost pleasure that we could ever have with anyone in this lifetime. How can something so wrong feel so right?
Hikaru. You are me and I am you – you are my everything.
What more is there to understand?