I apologize to anyone who disagrees with my view of Molly Prewett, I've always seen her as a boyfriend machine until Arthur came into her life. This is her story of searching for love. I'm sure some people out there can relate.
(love doesn't hurt)
People say that love hurts, and I'm in total disagreement. Love is a wonderful whirlwind of emotions, and everything is beautiful. The sun shines brighter, and the air is a bit sweeter. Kisses are more delicious, and hugs are like chocolate. Love doesn't hurt. Love is amazing.
Falling out of love is what hurts. Having your heart torn to shreds by a testosterone loaded bull who's got more muscles than brain hurts. Or by the smart, good-looking guy who knows he's good-looking. The one who thinks he's got the prettiest thing on his arm 'til the next set of breasts bounces by.
So what do you do about a broken heart? Say that the pain will pass, that the sun will rise again. You'll figure out how to breathe without wanting to inhale something poisonous. You'll forget him. He'll fade into the dark corners of your memory.
Yeah.
Forget because there's another guy in his spot, who's stealing your mind and is dripping sweet nothings in your ear. But this guy will be different. He'll the One in every single way, and you'll write his name all over your books. He's your soul mate, your other half, your everything. He'll be everything you ever wanted, and the sun will shine so much brighter for you both.
Until he dumps you back into that little hole that you've dug for yourself. You've lined it with sodden tissues, and stored your chocolate, and junk food in there. There are quills and ink, and trashy magazines, music and hugs from your sympathetic girlfriends. You'll loose yourself in this pit of despair, nursing the shreds of your heart until it's whole again.
And then! A hand reaches into the abyss, shining light into the pit of sadness! You take it, and he pulls you up, up out of the hole where misery has consumed you. He puts you on the back of his white steed, and carries you off into the golden sunset, to begin to love again.
And this one, you tell yourself, will be different.
