I don't like this one. It wouldn't turn out properly, but I figured I might as well post it now, because there's no sense in making you wait any longer for something that won't be much better anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Enjoy!
"Trying to figure out what is and isn't true."
What Is and Isn't True
It's always been hard for us to read between the lines, to see what's invisible and know what's not spoken. Like most human beings, we're completely oblivious. How, then, are we supposed to know if our love is true? We bicker, then we kiss and at the end of the day we say we're in love, but what if our love is nothing more that a hoax? What we call love nowadays isn't always love, but a teenager's illusion of the word. Illusions can't be true – that would be an oxymoron.
But you know what I think? I think that the love we share is raw, not simplified by society, but confused by us. We confuse our own love, just like people confuse life. Look at it this way: love, just like life, is a mystery. The answer can only be found by sifting through clues and bits of conversation and when you solve it, you realize what you were looking for was right in front of your face the whole time. What's in front of your face?
A/N: Like I said, I don't like this one. Maybe you have another opinion, maybe not. I did manage to put in a little bit of cleverness, though. That's a plus, I guess.
Either Max or Mariam could have written this. I'll leave that up to you. It seems more like a Max thing to me, I think.
I'll continue judging and hopefully my next drabble will house the results. Remember, I need all of your drabble requests, too. It'll give me something to think about while I judge and such.
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