• Having returned home, tears cover his face, but the moist trail is endless, for new salted drops quickly succeed it.

    His back rests with incredible tiredness against the door behind him, closing it, and all his body finally gives in to the emptiness, to complete and ultimate surrendal.

    Sometimes it's so difficult to fight...

    So difficult to go on holding hands with him when the eyes of the world stare at them with desdain, so difficult to belive happiness will survive so many stabs when one more is dealt to it, so difficult to keep the heart intact when it stumbles through the entire path...

    Sitting on the floor, his eyes abundantly bleed their ocean. He cannot take that struggle anymore, but the goodbye between them wrecked him.

    If he at least couldn't feel each forbidden kiss dance across his skin, each sweet whisper taunting his ears, each happy promise blinding his sight, maybe he could tear all that vain hope from his heart and carry on... Maybe he could start over...

    But no... Love (and for a brief moment, it almost looks like the ghost of a smile slides among his tears, the memory of that word) has fused with him like the air he breathees, and all love, even the forbidden like his, it's just like that: the sickness and its ineffective medicine, the sadness and its preserverance, the pain and the hope that it'll end.

    But this pain won't end. And love only makes it more intense.

    Why do we fall in love with such conviction with who we can't? And why has that person to fall in love with us too? There are so many people feeling such innocent love and they never see it coming to life, why not give this love to them? Why does this false forbidden love feel so real and right?

    Listen to your heart, wise people say. But the heart speaks the opposite of all rest. But the heart is made of matter superior to them...

    Surrendering is so tempting, but it hurts so much...

    Maybe... fight a bit more...

    There's no real surrendal in any love.

    And even if victory is just one single moment of love, it's already worth a whole life of surrendal...