Rendezvous
06 October 07 : 12.27 AM
I died a hundred times.
Where are you, Danii? Why didn't I see you leave? You must have slipped away somewhere in June. Between the distanced and the strapped. There must be something I'm missing here.
Didn't think we were like the rest. But we are, aren't we. We've had our equivalents, those laughable-broken-knuckles-melodrama. In so many ways we think we're better than the others. Sometimes we think we won't ever sink.
But all the non-fairytale things exist. And you know I'm saying this, still, with that ounce of disbelief. I am sooo irritable and judgmental. You can be such a wimp at times. I am selfish and self-centred. You don't know how to treat me like a lady anymore.
I thought we were supposed to live happily ever after. We would live like a romantic novel written by a sappy teenage girl. We would be kissing at the end of the movie as the screen fades to black. But we are here now.
Honey. But we're here right now.