Friday, September 21, 2012

Confessions of a forbidden love

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.


(1)
I first saw you from a distance. Your eyes were scrutinizing the caliber of my craft. I saw you laughing, your giggles brought me paranoia. You were cocky and I hate you.

(2)
It was the night we first conversed. The way you picked and weaved your words together became music to my ears. I found out that we're both writers. It made me like you. 

(3)
You showed me to your world, your "repressed" world. You unveiled your true self and I loved every bit of it. Your literary darlings, I treasured them. Underneath your manly tattoos I saw the gentle, fragile and the hopeless romantic you. It made me like you even more. 

(4)
I showed you mine. The things that prowl behind my blinding mask, the skeletons and caskets I buried to oblivion were excavated before you. You met my friends, you loved them and they loved you back. There was no point in denying, I started to fall for you.

(...)


(8)
My love for you failed to conceal itself. You were witty. Your fancy theories and ways somehow found a way to divulge the secret I've been struggling to put out of sight. As my fingers shook constantly, my mouth began to utter a confession. "I'm falling for you". Your eyes, your face... they revealed none. You said you're confused. That somewhere deep in your heart you feel something yet your brain that relies on the norms tells you that it's wrong. fuck the norms! 

"I am confused, I have a lot of questions yet one thing for me remains certain... I am happy with you"

I was scared; in fact I was beyond scare. Professing love towards someone who thinks that this certain kind of affection is forbidding frightened me. I was afraid... of losing you.

(8 1/2)
"Just promise me after this night, nothing will change."
"I promise"


(9)
Everything changed. My calls and messages were not returned. My mind was racing, thoughts of your absence tortured my soul. Up to this point in time, you remain hushed. What happened? Should I brace myself for a horrific end? Why can't it be the two of us? I -- I just hope you would let your heart feel what your eyes refuse to see.


This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction, the author's still trying to convince himself though. 

11 comments:

TC said...

A beautiful, thoughtful piece of work and a marvelous photo to bring together words and vision.

Superjaid said...

hari ka talaga ng english literary kaptid. thumbs up!

hana banana said...

the art of forbidden love....

*sigh*

T.R.Aurelius said...

very well said!

:))

ELAY said...

@TC: thank you, thank you so much!

@Superjaid: kapaaaatid masyado naman atang grabe yung HARI. kaw talaga. salaaaaamat sa pagbisita

@hana banana: SIGHS.. IKR :(

@TR: thaaaaanks :)

k0tz said...

parang may pinaghuhugutan ah? hehehe. nice! keep it up! :)

glentot said...

This is not at all a work of fiction I can tell LOL. If you know me as a blogger I write long posts but I don't like reading long posts, but yours is a good read. Oo mahaba na yan para sa akin LOL. It's a sad story, na may great moments. Nice choice of words... Very subtle. Mas lalong heartfelt.

I hope you get what your heart wants.

ELAY said...

@kotz: hahaha wala naman masyado, na inspire lang ako sa kwento sakin ng friend ko haha

@glentot: HAHAHAHA im starting to use subtle words na kumpara dati na malalim per vague. ayun, salamat :D

SunnyToast said...

A sad story but beautifully written. Your words are dancing and move me to the direction of your feelin as wrte this…I just hope that this is only a fiction:)

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ELAY said...

@Sunnytoast: thanks for paying a visit, really appreciate it :) Yes, I also hoped twas just fiction.