Broken Heart
I sat in the restaurant with my glittering earrings and blue dress. It was a nice place and I couldn't help but wonder if tonight was the night.
I felt like a princess in one of the stories I was obsessed with when I was little. We would live happily ever after. This was the moment my dreams came true.
I met Donald on a dig in Egypt. He walked in and asked for help, and I ran out to help him. We dug up a rare skeleton and embraced at our find. That night he found me sitting out watching the stars, and he joined me. We spent hours talking and he mentioned his student-ship with some Indiana Jones. He did most of the talking.
We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there, on a balcony of summer air
He asked me out and I was thrilled. We spent the next three years with him doing most of the talking, and I loved him. I loved the way he looked at me, how we could just be ourselves around each other. I loved him.
See the lights; see the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd to say hello
Little did I know
He walked in, but he seemed off. He looked as if he had been thinking, which I knew was never good. He never sat down as he looked me in the eyes and placed a rose in my hand.
"Molly, I... I'm not enough. I'll never be good enough." And he turned and walked out.
That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
It took a minute for it to hit me. He had just broken up with me! And he had used a stupid excuse! I got up and ran after him down the grand steps. He saw me and just stood there, knowing he couldn't get away. I would rip this dress out if that's what it took to catch up to him.
"What the heck was that?!" He had his back to me. "Where did this come from?"
"I'm never going to be him."
"What are you talking about?!"
"I love you, Molly. I really do. You'll find someone better."
Dang! I felt the tears creeping up, but I fought them back. "You can't just walk away! There is no one better! I love you."
"You'll be fine." He started down the steps, and I started sobbing. I have no idea why. I always grew up with this fairy-tale belief. And never once in my head did the prince walk down the stairs and leave the princess.
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go and I said
Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby just say yes
"Don't go!" He stopped. "Please, don't go!" He turned to me and shook his head. "No! I love you!" The prince never leaves. He finds the slipper, he kisses her on the lips, or he kills the evil witch. He never leaves her on a stair-case.
He walked down the steps and turned the corner, leaving me there in my blue dress. I dropped the rose on the floor and left it there for another girl to find. The story-book of my life read "The prince left. Her heart broke, and things were never the same."
Good-bye fairytales.
Here's just a little one-shot about our favorite couple. Hope you like it. R&R.