She's always concealed that she loved him. She was the best friend, the sister he never had. She listened to his adventures night after night, his heartbreaks, his hopes. But he never saw the light in her eyes getting dimmer with every new girl in his arms. He never asked how she felt, he simply assumed she would be there for him, always.
And he was right. Since her funeral, she's never left him. She scares every girl away from his life. But she doesn't know peace. He's started to forget her. Very soon, she won't even be a memory.
Good bye my love, I need to forget you.
For you, I made snow in summer, I made rainbows in December. I would have stopped the world going round if you'd asked. But you were cruel, always spurning my love, always laughing at me. You used me to get another, but you still promised, tantalising, teasing, always so near but always out of reach.
I never meant for you to fall overboard. The wind was too strong. I could only stare, helpless, when the sharks surrounded you.
Good bye my love, I need to disappear before someone reports you missing.
Another love story bites the dust. She doesn't understand, she read all the books, know all the theory. Can someone tell her where she goes wrong? She either does too much or not enough, how can she know? If she is herself, she isn't good enough, if she pretend to be another, she is too much.
Love is a complicated business. He wants her blonde, he wants her red, but never herself. He wants her whore or pure, slave or mistress, it's most confusing.
She runs back to the Library. Maybe she'll find the answer in another book.
''It did not go well?' asked my BFF.
I give her mournful look. That's the understatement of the universe!
You know how I always go on about how I fancy this guy. Well, today, I marched into his office and basically, offered myself on a plate, trimmings and all.
He was embarrassed, I could see, but he said kindly:
'you know, Natasha, you are a nice girl but...'
I knew then, that even if the ground swallowed me, the earth was not a big enough place for me to hide.
Note to self: Next time, play really hard to get.
I used to feel like Cinderella, always the one left behind, always the one never taken to the ball. I was left all alone and afraid, sitting by the dying fire, thinking how I would love to fly, how I would escape on a big ship.
But time has broken my wings, I never flew anywhere, my boat has never left the port, the fire has died and I stayed again alone and cold.
But one day you came and your smile warmed my world. I'm the belle of the ball and my life with you is a long dance.
He squeezes her hand and let her go. Tears running down her face, she turns one last time, sadly mouths 'I love you'', disappearing in the crowd. His gaze follows her as long as he can. Last night, for the first and last time, they came together, two soul mates that have no right to be together. Made for one another, fate played a dirty trick on them, they met too late. Their lives belong to others.
With a heavy heart, he picks up his car keys, slowly makes his way home, knowing he's walking to the wrong love story.