Fairy Tales
How is it that time creeps by so slowly and suddenly everything has gone by so quickly? When did I waste so much time waiting? Did I really waste so many birthday wishes on you, wishing to see you again?
Especially when I don't even believe in wishes? Maybe that was the problem.
But I keep thinking it's getting better now; I sometimes go weeks at a time without thinking of you. Inevitably something reminds me. A celebration, your name written somewhere, your song, a wink, a touch, a quiet night.
Sometimes late at night I wonder if you even think of me. Do you even remember me? You don't have all of these reminders around you like I do. You don't have to go back to our old high school every time your sister has a school event.
I still sometimes battle with wanting to let go and at the same time not wanting to forget.
But no one will ever live up to a memory. A hope, a dream. A wish. That's why I don't believe in them. Nothing can ever measure up to it. To you. It's not realistic. It's fiction, fantasy, a fairytale. You can't wait around for someone to rescue you. I know that now. I'm not going to wait around for my happily ever after; I'm going to make it happen for myself.
