When we are young we are taught that there is always a happy ending. Every fairytale ended with the Princess or the Good Guy winning his prize. Well I am the “good guy” and the “princess” where is my happy ending? I have the exception to the rule, the person who should make my life perfect, but why am I not fully content. The glass slipper has been placed on my foot yet I want to return back to the ball before midnight. The time did end; the clock struck twelve, my carriage turned back into a pumpkin, and my dress returned back to shreds. I have the person who will ride my pumpkin carriage, and who will help me stitch up my dress but I want the Prince, the “untouchable”.
What is the boundary line between friends and not friends? I knew that you never followed the rules of the road. You always did make every green light, every left turn and expected to make them. You could never fully pay attention to the road you always had your eyes on something else. Like the road you made up your own rules about friendship. You should have stopped at every stop sign; you should have checked your signals properly. I am just in your review mirror now, but remember “baby love” images in the mirror appear closer then they appear.
I can see my happy ending but it is at the end of a long winding road. We will ride my pumpkin carriage over every hill, every pot hole and around every corner. Together we will stitch up my dress and make it look fit enough for a Queen. Together is the key word. Give me time, the clock just struck midnight. I will come around remember; “You will always be my baby, time can’t erase a feeling this strong.”
So for now, continue driving your way. I will follow all the rules of the road. One day you will get your ticket and I will keep all my stars.
I will have a perfect world.
xoxOMG
-AC, what the BUTT?!
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