I see now. I see that there is no perfect ending. There is no fairy tale happily ever after. I see that you’re not going to suddenly realize you love me. That there will be no romantic confesion. That you’re not going to stand there, look me passionately in the eyes and tell me how you were so wrong to make me wait. How you were so stupid for not realizing I was the one sooner. Its not who you are. You don’t have it in you to admit you were wrong, or blind, or stupid. I see the real you now. Or, better yet, I’m facing the harsh reality of who you really are for the first time. I’m through ignoring what you really are. The shallow, stupid jerk that can’t see what he’s missing. Can’t see what’s infront of his eyes. Can’t see how he continues to hurt me after all these years. I can see it all now.
About the author
penguincaptain18
Trapped in a limbo of indecision
Hello everyone! I like to write. I guess that’s why I’m here on the ever wonderful Ficlets. Writing really is the best way to deal with all those bottled up feelings. Ficlets is the best place to do that because really no one knows what they heck you’re talking about and isn’t going to go around school spilling all your secrets. I also love the way that you can just publish random segments of a story that might pop into your head and see where they can go.
Comments, notes, prequels/sequesl are all greatly appreciated. I love signing on and seeing I’ve got a new comment or a new note. It just makes me SO happy :)
A little about myself, I’m now a senior in high school (excited and scared out of my mind), I have 3 siblings all younger. I have 3 cats and a fish who absolutely refuses to die (he’s going to be 5 this summer). I think he’s a hitman for the mob the cats run in our neighboorhood. Most (but not all) of my Ficlets are some how tied to the same guy (it gets obvious after a while) :)
I’m the secretary of the band at my school. I play alto sax and alto clarinet (though our new director may want to take me off of it :( ) I can be REALLY random sometimes and I think I may be a bit crazy (at least that’s what everyone tells me. I’m not sure though).
Its summer time! No more school! I’m going to miss my teachers though :( But I’ll see them next year :) It’s going to be an awesome year next year. Hopefully better than this last one. Note to everyone; if a crazy old lady tries to be the president of any type of booster association for any activity make sure that she isn’t. She will ruin EVERYTHING. Just in case it ever happens to any one else.
If I post a comment multiple times I’m saying sorry in advanced. My computer is ridiculously slow sometimes and forces me to press the button 5 million times. If not it comes to life and eats the closest thing made of rubber. Or is it plastic? Anyways I’m very sorry for the random comments that may or may not be posted several times.
6/4/07 – 300 Comments (Still only 30 Ficlets)
6/24/07 – 400 Comments (I made it to 45 Ficlets woo hoo!)
Published on July 02, 2008.
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