A Forbidden Love -- A Wise Fable By An Anonymous Lady

(Philosocom's Directory on Heart)

(Disclaimer: The guest posts do not necessarily align with Philosocom's manager, Mr. Tomasio Rubinshtein's beliefs, thoughts, or feelings. The point of guest posts is to allow a wide range of narratives from a wide range of people. To apply for a guest post of your own, please send your request to mrtomasio@philosocom.com)

A Forbidden Love -- A Wise Fable By An Anonymous Lady

(Background music)

I remember his look. It popped up and stuck with me. When I got up in the morning and when I went to sleep.

It started when I was 20. A girl born to parents who pretty much abandoned her all her life. I studied hotel management. About 2 decades ago.

I looked at him. His body was muscular, brown, shapely, his eyes exude a taste of passion. I went in his direction, and I looked at him. His gaze met mine. I felt like I knew him at least 2 incarnations back. All of a sudden, images came to my mind. Pictures in my imagination that we are married with a wedding dress and himself as the groom.

I saw him all the time with me. I turned to him. We danced together and he won a dance competition. I was with a friend when I saw him. I saw him as a different person. Different like me. A type of high-functioning autistic or person who is unbothered by conventions. I saw his smile. It tasted like mocha. When I asked his name, I myself knew it was love from God. We started dancing, we were the best dancers in the club.

We are both different in behavior. We both help others. But we're too mentally dependent on the approval of others. I didn't know we were like that. In my imagination I believed in peace with him at last. True peace. We started going out. He even taught me to drive. He would take me for rides from the tram.

We arrived at abandoned places, abandoned houses, hotels that we paid money for. The first time we touched each other was after 3 months of going out together every day. We had a crazy attraction. We started getting to know each other. Walked on the boardwalk. The boardwalk that is our place. We always had love, compassion and care.

Each time we did not look at the issues of the relationship between a mixed couple... The problems arose. Religious people started calling me the names of a traitor.

"He will give you an abortion in his village!" "He will teach you to bake pita bread for him!" All the prejudices and so on. After about six months of getting to know each other, I invited him to my place. And I asked to say goodbye to him.... to the love of my life.

Love that I loved to give him, and he loved to give me too.... But we couldn't just let go. So, continued for another 5 most beautiful years. I was in my early 20s with lots of energy. My positive energy and love blossomed for him. And only him.

We began to understand... that love is not enough. Although I was in his village and saw some of his sisters, we felt that religion is critical here. The police stopped him more than once because he was driving a black Subaru.

We felt judged by others. We felt different. Different people, but people who believed in peace. Different people who wanted to live in co-existence.

...We had to break up. And there wasn't a day that I didn't think about him and him about me. We were a pair of doves. True love from the root of the soul. Unfortunately, he wasn't mature enough to face the hardships of society and its judgment of him. He ran away. Not because he didn't want me.

...But because he could bear the thought, society would not accept him as normal. And I waited and longed for his return. At that time I got pregnant. However, that's not why I didn't hear from him.... the rest is a topic for another day.

He married another woman. He had 3 children. 2 sons and a daughter. When I saw their pictures it was extremely difficult for me. My heart was broken. His was as well, but, again that's a story for another time.

My story... expresses true, unconditional love between racially-mixed couples. I purposely wrote it a simple way, to allow everyone to understand. I would love to know what you think about mixed couples?

Here is what you can learn from my story

1. Each person interprets according to his personal experiences, on a political, sexual, social level, and on a regular basis. That is whether they are aware of it or not.

2. Openness -- people are afraid of the different and unknown and there is a lot of resentment from the past as well. A couple should talk before they break up, even if it's difficult. We deserve to make sure everything has been settled and dealt with, before moving on in life.

3. Failure to hide information -- it is better to inform each party that the family is against our love, and prepare accordingly, to be united, if ever possible. We should also be open with those whom we love and trust.

4. Actions speak louder than words -- he wanted to see me. He came all the time. He was in touch and showed. His actions shown that he loved me and was loyal to me. Had not he "walked" his "talk", it would've been more difficult to trust his words.

5. Pay attention, ask questions, but don't do so aggressively. Take risks when together. Because united, our love can overcome many difficulties and antagonistic forces.

6. Loving unconditionally is excellent only if the 2 parties are committed to a relationship and understand the meaning of such a complex relationship. It is a serious type of connection that does not need to be taken lightly. Do not play with a girl's heart, when that heart is yours.

I hope to spread the wisdom of our love further into the world, using Mr. Tomasio Rubinshtein's kindness to share my story with you on his blog.