Tomatoes and Radio Wires

The past month has been amazing. He is incredible. I love him, and he actually loves me back? This is such a strange sensation, this requited love. He thinks about me always, and I him. It's all so innocent but serious at the same time. This love has been better than anything I can imagine.

 

Wait, I can think of how it could be better.

 

My parents, of course, don't know about our love. They would crucify us both. So to them, he's still just a friend. But my mother.... oh my mother. She is cruel. Since my sister moved to Japan to escape her clutches, I've decided that I cannot let that happen to me. Last night was the first time since my 18th birthday that the mother was cruel to me. I was out late, yes. But its a weekend. Dad is here on the weekends and he's usually awake. He doesn't call my cell phone to tell me to get home, he trusts me. When the mother yet again told me that she doens't trust me, I asked her why. "Because he's old" was her response. That is not a sufficient answer. I walked away.

Now I sit here, wondering if she's still angry or not. Sometimes she is, other times she has forgotten.

I would love to run away with him. I'll be at college soon. Maybe I just won't come back. but I must fight it first.

I am too in love with this boy to give up so easily.