The True Color of Love

In more ways than one, Louis and Sarina were as different as night and day; the kind of different that was notable in 1973.

But in love and romance, sometimes none of that seems to matter at all.

When the two of them first met, the spark that magically ignited in both their eyes was all there was at that moment.

His pale skin and long straight, mostly unkempt hair, was of no real importance to Sarina.

From the time she first got lost in those deep hazel green eyes that seemed to go on forever, they talked as if they’d known each other for years.

Had he noticed the sweet glow of her beautiful brown skin in that instant? Or was he just as oblivious to the obvious differences that society would painfully make them aware of?

Neither the answers or the questions seemed to matter to either of them, and after one night of knowing one another, Louis was absolutely certain it was love.

Sarina felt the same way too, and proved to be the best girl he could possibly ever expect to have.

They quickly surpassed the stage where early love is rooted mostly in infatuation.

What they had was real, and growing rapidly, until he was thoroughly convinced it was time.

Louis wanted her in his life always, which meant, he wanted her to meet his parents.

Love is color blind family is not

The thought scared him, but he knew it was a necessary evil.

After all, they were his family; he couldn’t hide them from her forever. Not when she would soon be family too.

He knew Sarina was sweet as sugar and he firmly believed she would melt his mother and father’s hearts just like she had done his.

But when he took her home to meet them, ultimately, things got out of hand. It was quite an ugly scene.

Louis cursed himself for bringing his love to witness such a scene. He had hoped his parent’s love for him would outweigh their hatred for people they knew nothing about.

But ultimately, it didn’t make a difference, because Louis knew just where he stood, and it was right next to Sarina.

True love prevails on Valentine’s Day

In spite of the night that his parents stopped speaking to him, Louis and Sarina kept their romance alive, not allowing racist views to sully their love.

Under speculative eyes and disapproving looks, they dated for several months, somehow managing to shut out the hatred and those who meant them no good.

They only made room for those who could see and accept their love.

For the two lovers, it was enough, and on the spur of the moment, two days before Valentine’s Day, they decided that February 14th should be the day they tie the knot.

Both Sarina and Louis were well aware that relationships are hard enough, but theirs would be even more so.

Would they allow the views of small minded people to overshadow the love they both possessed?

Not even for one moment.

The scarce guest list was put together quickly, along with all the other rushed preparations, consisting of a red and white Valentine’s Day theme.

In spite of the short notice, they pulled it off and everything was perfect that sunny Saturday afternoon.

The tiny church that Sarina had attended off and on, was decorated with beautiful red roses and white carnations and the few guests in attendance were a welcoming sight.

Sarina didn’t have any family close enough to attend the wedding on such short notice. Everyone, including her parents, lived in another state.

They invited Louis’ parents to the wedding, but just as expected, neither of them bothered to come, or even respond.

But the day went off without a hitch. Their true friends, on both sides of the aisle, were there to support them and their happy union.

Sarina was a stunning bride and neither her or her handsome groom could have been any happier that Valentine’s Day, and true love had courageously prevailed.

A mother’s love is stronger than pride

Louis didn’t hear from either of his parents again until two years later, after the couple sent out baby announcements.

It was his mother who reached out and responded, and even went to the hospital when little Latrina was born.

Louis’ father had died several months after their wedding, and his mother had long since admitted to herself how wrong she had been.

However, admitting it to them was much harder to do.

But eventually her love for her son had finally conquered her pride.

Tearfully, his mother apologized to them both, as she sat and held her first and only grandchild, who by the way, looked just like both her parents, with her mother’s sweet brown sugar skin and her fathers endless hazel green eyes.

END

This story is a work of pure fiction, but it was inspired by a 1973 song called: “Brother Louie” by the group known as: “Stories”

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