The Color of Love
I'm only 16 and I shouldn't know what love is or even its real meaning, right? Wrong. I've known this guy for 4 years, started out as friends, then developed a stronger relationship.
He showed me who I was and to never give up on something you loved. I prayed, asking God is he the one? I believe so with everything in me to this day.
But my father hated the thought of me with this boy. Why, you may ask? The boy is half white and half black. Not a big problem, right? Wrong.
I saw him as nothing but a good person, but dad saw him as a useless person going nowhere in life who was feeding off my happiness till one day I had none and i was miserable.
Crazy, I know.
But the boy just wanted a friend. Someone who he could tell his problems to and I was always there for him. I loved his family, his dreams, his hopes. But dad still saw him as hopeless.
I fought, got kicked out of my own house, and even neglected for just liking the kid. But I never gave up because I knew his heart was where it was supposed to be. I knew that boy was going somewhere and loved me for me.
I knew one day, dad was gonna sink in and accept it. Still hasn't.
But God told me not to give up. And I'm not going to ever.
I love this boy. Always have...always will.
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