All content in italics is from Shakespeare's love sonnet, O Mistress Mine. Just letting everyone know. :D Enjoy.
-Jeimii-chan
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming...
My true love is never coming back. She stole my heart, stepped on it, and gave it back to me like she thought it was piece of trash. Right now, I lied on my bed, curling my wings behind me and burying my face into my pillow, forcing back hot tears. I rarely cried, but this time, like I said, my heart was smashed to bits. There was no holding back.
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming...
She promised me she'd never leave, and I promised the same to her. I remember one night when we were lying in bed, she asked, "Pit? Will you always love me...? Even if I did something really bad, something that I don't think you would ever forgive me for?" Of course I asked what she meant. She sighed, looking me in the eyes.
That can sing both high and low...
Her presence was like a drug. So much so that whenever she's not near me, I feel sick to my stomach, like I'm having symptoms of withdrawl. She seemed so sweet and kind...I'm sure there isn't a soul in the world that doesn't love her. She's beautiful, she betrayed me.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting...
She began. "There's something I have to tell you, Pit...but I want you to know that you mean the world to me...as a friend, and-" "-Wait, what?" "...Pit, I can't be with you any longer. I'm sorry. You're immature and I don't think you're ready for a full-blown relationship-" "-WHAT!...Babe, we've been together for three months and you're just now telling me this?" "Listen to me, love. I'm not sure you know what I'm saying. I have a boyfriend. He's the same age as me. Not younger. It works out pretty well."
Journeys end in lovers meeting...
The conversation ended with me screaming in her face and slamming the door behind her as she left the room in her pajamas, not being able to care any less about my feelings. Which was why I'm in the position that I am in; lying on my comforter, curled up like a pathetic child and sobbing myself to sleep whilst she romped with her so-called "boyfriend" in the room down the hall.
Every wise man's son doth know...
That was the last time I spoke to her. And also the last time anyone fell for her sick, false love. I received a great amount of comfort knowing that my friends still cared about me, enough to help me through the situation. But something still irks me; the fact that she left me for my age. I still feel so immature, so young and childish. Too childish to ever fall in love again, even though my friends tell me it wasn't my fault.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter...
I never thought I would love again, but I was wrong. My age may have dissapointed Peach, but it didn't matter at all to anyone else; and that reassured me. I was fifteen at the time, and I fell in love with a 17-year-old girl by the name of Princess Zelda. She was not the same as my past girlfriend. She was selfless. I don't think she'd ever lied to anyone in her entire life, and if she did it was only a white lie as not to hurt their feelings. She was as delicate as a flower, yet as strong as steel, and she treated me like gold; I treated her the same. Our love was strong and nothing could knock it down.
What's to come is still unsure; In delay there lies not plenty...
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff we will not endure.