Fairytales
I don't own Robin Hood.
I wrote this ages ago and found it the other day. I reckon I was pretty hacked off when I wrote it!
What? He thinks he can just turn up here, out of the blue, and it'll all be fine. He thinks, he honestly thinks, that he can stroll in here, flash his cheeky grin at me, and all will be forgiven. He thinks that, ba, just like that, it'll be like it was before.. Before? Before was five years ago! Before, we were children, we were naive, we were blind. We didn't think about war or politics or anything like that, we were just teenagers who loved each other.
And now he reckons we can go back to be like that? He thinks, if he smiles nicely and turns on the charm a bit, life will rewind back to what it was like before he left. What planet are you on Robin? You've grown up (I can tell that even if you're acting like a child now), I've certainly grown up, the world's grown up. Things have changed. And once things change you can't just click your fingers and go back, or pretend that they haven't changed, or play whatever stupid game he's playing.
We are not those two people anymore. We are not the childish, lovesick teenagers who thought that they'd grow up and get married and have children and live happily ever after. Like in fairytales. Well, those fairytales are gone now. I don't want to be wrapped in cotton wool and sheltered from reality anymore.
And I know you want to believe in them, and you want me to believe in them too, but, Robin of Locksley, I've given up believing in fairytales.
Thank you for reading, please review. I know it's not the best writing in the world, so criticism is welcome.