To akonaho muvhango
His name lingers daily. He’s always on my mind. And yet he’s that forbidden fruit. A true defination of an impossible love. The desires and passion of wanting to touch him reminds me of how he’s not mine. How I love him and how I can’t be with him. Who inverted love? No who’s happily inlove? Him!yes I can tell by the way he looks at her. by the way he touches her. He loves her while inside I keep on hurting. and yes he’s forbidden. I keep wishing he could be mine but again the love I have for him is imaginary and that hurts. Though not as nuch as remembering how he loves her. Yes he does and I love him more.