A/N: I am ashamed. One month. One freaking month. Please, whatever you do, don't kill me. Or my books.
Anyway, onwards to the next angst filled drabble.
Thanks to Fen (You rock!), You've helped me till the end of the line.
also thanks to Rosie for her general helpfulness.
Thank you for your lovely reviews and favourites, and thank you for just plain reading this. :)
*In the distance*
NOOOO! NOT THE BOOKS!
Why is it that in all the stories there is a happy ending?
Why?
Life seems to surpass this fake reality.
There are no happy endings. No overdramatic poise of fairytale glamour and wit. No forever happiness and bliss.
Like Shakespeare said "The course of true love never did run smooth."
Star-crossed lovers (what is never meant to be) you sigh bitterly.
We keep hiding – cowards to the obvious truth.
The lies that pepper our conversations,
The banter that conceals, that hides our inner thoughts.
We pretend that it never happened.
It was a shadow, hiding in the darkness.
In all our thoughts and memories- the truth is, we know.
And the truth hurts.
We know that we must move on- even if we can't.
Even if our entire beings shake.
Gripping our soul and rupturing our hearts into a thousand painful shards.
Find someone else.
Hope that the uneasiness comes to rest.
Suppress every single feeling.
All those years have gone. Disappeared.
You long for those dragging days of adventure, mystery, excitement.
Not a single word spoken.
Yet we love from a distance,
above and below,
Knowing, believing that 'In another time'
It would be different.
A/N:
Haha… that was way too much angst, I'll probably stick with the happy go lucky stuff … :)
It was funny though, I write, but only when I feel like it. The term 'feel like it' meaning that I pour my heart and soul out, (kind of) and write with a furious passion…
Haha…. I want to write about cupcakes. I've been asking everyone if they 3 cupcakes.