I always believed in love. I grew up watching Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Cinderella had her prince charming save her from a life of destruction, from the cruelties of life without love and care. Snow white had her prince charming also, who saved her from the poison from evil. And sleeping beauty, she was awaken from the curse of the cruel, by a simple kiss from her true love.
It was then that I would put on my hoodie, my pink or blue hoodie and pretend it was my long lusious hair. Something that made me as beautiful as those princesses, because deep down I was hoping that maybe one day I'd be Cinderella. Maybe one day I would have a prince charming to rescue me from my own obstacles and difficulties--someone to save me from myself.
I used to sit there pondering about the "perfect" guy. He existed. Of course he exists, he has to right? I mean, if Cinderella got her prince even when chances didn't seem like they were on her side, then I could get my prince too right? I hate to break it to the little girl inside of me that still wishes there were someone to save me from myself, but fairytales and happy endings are only for the lucky. and you, I'm sorry, but you are one of the less fortunate.
I have heard that many women do not believe that they can talk to their husbands. It had me thinking, how could you be married for the rest of your life...how can you have your "happily ever after" if you're not happy after the whole thing? And then I began to realize, the little girl inside me still clings on to hope, but will be disappointed time after time, because love exists but it will hurt, it will make you cry, it tear your world apart especially when youre 18 and realize, your first love doesn't want you anymore and you never had a chance. You'll never get the chance anymore.
So how did I lose this chance? Was he my prince charming? I lost, because I ran away when it was difficult. Theres only so much a person can handle, so much a person can take. And at the time, it seemed like I could not take anymore. But what I have come to realize is that, what I cannot take anymore is the fact that how my decision cause me to break my heart, over and over again. And when I was going through the hard times, I did not have dancing deers or birds, or mice to help me everyday, and I did not have my fairy god mother. I had some amazing friends, but they did not have magic, and the chance for me to actually get me my happy ending.
I always thought I was the strong girl, I believed that I could move on and that it would not be an issue. I had moved on before and it hurt for a while, there was also anger for a while so maybe that was the factor that pushed me to get over it. But now, reason and logic are behind me, as bad as that sounds and I'm just following what feels right inside. I don't believe that it feels "right" when it hurts everytime movies that come up it reminds me of him. When everytime I hear a song, a line in a song, two couples walking down the street holding hands, it all reminds me of him. Everything reminds me of what I cant have anymore, and it breaks my heart time after time.
And I hear stories about heart break and at that time, I never really understood how much it could hurt. I never saw how strong people actually were to be able to get through it and live day to day. I'm sorry to say, but I would think that it wouldn't be like that with me. No, the little girl inside of me wouldn't let it happen. I have my prince charming out there and he will sweep me off my feet. yeah, the dream is that he would sweep me off my feet and I would fall in love and he'd be in love with me just as much as I loved him, if not more. But the reality is that he would make me fall in love, but there are no guarantees to catch me or share the mutual feeling, as long as he gets what he wants, and most of the time, what he wants is not love.
Reality is a disappointment. I went through a period of time where I believed love didn't really exist because I had never felt it. Then I fell in love without even knowing it and didnt realize how deep it was until it was pointed out to me the sacrifice I would go through for him. But I guess that is the difference between boys and girls, most of the girls cry their heart out, something I've gotten used to in the past 4 days. Guys, well, they find other things to take away their pain, sex, drugs, alcohol, girls. not all of them are that bad, dont get me wrong. But I sure as hell can prove you right.
Sometimes I wish, I never fell in love at all.