Forbidden love is an excruciating thing, something Ive been fortunate enough not to experience firsthand, though for me, things were more complicated than usual. In my second year at university, I started going out with a girl I really liked. Her name was Graceshe was beautiful, clever, and ever so kind, but she came from a struggling family, which my mother didnt take to at all. In Mums view, Grace simply wasnt good enough for me, and she insisted I should find someone who matched our own social standing.
Despite my mums objections, I continued seeing Grace. Yet, one day Grace wrote to me and said she couldnt handle my mothers demands anymore, and she ended things between us. I was furious with my mother, and after a terrible row, I moved out so she could no longer interfere in my life. Since then, I havent started a new relationship; Grace has never left my thoughts, and I couldnt accept that she had walked away.
Then, just the other day, I went out to put the rubbish in the bin and there was Grace, waiting for me, her face stained with tears. I brought her inside, as it was bitterly cold outside. It turned out my mum had orchestrated everythingshed forged the letter from Grace, and then told Grace Id found someone else and was moving in with her. After that, Grace and I reconciled and were together now, happier than ever. Social status means nothing to uswere living in love and joy, regardless of what anyone else thinks.
