romanced: dream

A majority of us are raised in a society where we go to school, get a job, get married, have a family, and then our children continue that cycle. Where I am at currently in my life is post-going to school, but pre-getting a job or I am even further away from getting married; I have very little experience with relationships and romance in general. I only recently had my first relationship, and we agreed that the title was too… intense, and that we would prefer to stay as friends who date exclusively first, as we get to know each other better.

I am embarrassed to admit that I would actually want to be in a relationship. Not for the sake of being in one so that I am not single or to check part of another box off the unspoken to-do list of life, but more for the life experience that comes from it. Even if this relationship does not lead to marriage but rather ends sourly in a break-up, I don’t mind so long as I can learn something more about myself from the experience. Just being a part of the ride is enough to make me happy. To understand what it means to be somebody else’s significant other, while at the same time, being able to see a person as my own, it is important for me. I want to know that somebody out there who can make me feel and act that way exists.

The concept of love and relationships, it’s not something that can be approached logically. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why we as humans are always so fascinated by the idea. No matter what we try to find in somebody else as a mate, sometimes, our hearts may not always agree. Let’s say we want somebody who is tall, Caucasian, and muscular, but we end up in a relationship with somebody who is medium-height, African American, and scrawny. Yet, we are not un-attracted to the African American, despite them being not what we would prefer. And that is because of what they have to offer beneath the surface. While they do not physically resemble what we would want in an ideal mate, the personality and ethics of this African American appeals to us.

The concept of love has a lot of gray areas. For example, one might view a woman getting hit by her husband as domestic violence without any context. But what if the woman wanted her husband to hit her, because that was her kink? I’m not going to explore that idea more, because it is a very…awkward topic, but you get the idea. There are other emotions, primal, hormonal, and hard to understand in general, that cloud our judgement and make us act beyond reason and logic. Yet, that’s what makes being romanced such an exciting and terrifying journey. The unknown does not necessarily settle well with me, but being able to single out that special somebody out of the several millions of people in the world, it’s a wonderful feeling. And it’s a feeling that every human being deserves to have, or at least in the world of my featherlight dreams.

hidden romance

It was late as night. He was told to meet at the white gazebo, overlooking the koi pond. “Is anyone there?” He called, only half-expecting a response. Nothing. Defeated, he rested on the wooden railing, gazing into the dark water. He could see the koi dancing among each other. Dancing, he thought to himself. It reminded him of the their very first encounter. It was back in the castle. He was invited to a gala to honor his uncle. At first, he was bored. Everyone was older, rich, elitists and socialites. Typical attendees for this kind of event. But in the midst of these people was the one. He found himself flushed as he nervously approached the center of the crowd. He wanted to talk. He wanted to learn more. The two quickly met eyes. And soon enough, the entire gala was off to the side. They were laughing together, watching the castle from the nearby hills. Ending their chat with a kiss and promise, the two parted ways.”Hey. Sorry I kept you waiting. My dad did not want me to leave the house.” He turned around excitedly. “I managed to escape, but it was not easy-” He pressed their lips together, cutting off the rest of that statement. He did not care. He was just happy to see his hidden flame. His hidden romance. Parting lips, still locked in an embrace, their eyes gazed into each other once again. Nobody could know that they were romantically involved. The nephew of a general and the son of a wealthy socialite. It was a relationship that nobody could find out about. It was a secret they had to carry to their deaths. But they knew, despite the expectations and stigmas, that they needed to be in this relationship together. It was their escape from the harsh expectations of life.

Afterword:
Generally, I would post my short stories on Saturdays, but this story fit the theme of Valentine’s, so that’s why I posted this off-schedule. Happy Valentine’s/Singles’ Awareness Day! We are genuinely lucky to be living in this day and age where people can love each other, regardless of judgement, unlike during the time and setting of my story!

Snow Prince

A boy, a prince whose heart was as cold as ice. His knight, whose will had melted that ice. Together, they lived, deep in the mountains. The snow polluted the air with its soft white touch. Leaving the mountains, it felt impossible. But the knight attempted it. He wanted to escape. The boy waited in the citadel, yearning for his knight’s return. The knight, the only person who could break through that ice which weighed down the snow prince’s heart. The prince would cry, feeling the sadness overcome his heart. He missed his knight. He needed his warm embrace to extinguish the cold. His knight had left to find a cure to the boy’s cold heart. But the prince only needed his knight to thaw that sorrow. His knight was his medicine, he convinced himself. No, that was the frost talking, lying to the boy. Forcing himself to believe that his knight would return and that his knight was all he needed. He shook off these idiotic urges, thoughts, and feelings. It was becoming increasingly clear to the boy. His knight was terrified and scared off. The cold had driven the boy past the brink of madness and despair. Running out of the citadel, the boy never looked back. He ran into the distance, through the snow and mountains. He was determined to find his knight. Determined to make right what he did and said wrong. His only cure, what he needed to thaw this cold, was forgiveness for his delusion. Redemption from his own mistakes.