there once was a girl who was taught to be herself, to stand up for herself, to not care about what others thought of her, and to love herself. that little girl was a good actress. she pretended to be those things outwardly. she tried to believe them inwardly. she spoke her mind. she gave her opinion. she was who she was. inside she was sad.
the other boys stayed away. some were turned off by her ability to articulate herself, others where scared of her looks, but the ones that sought her always wanted something from her. those were the ones she should have ran from. then one day she met a nice boy. he seemed to possess all that the others who came before him lacked. he was gentle and sweet, loving and kind, patient and appreciative. the things about the girl that she herself was insecure about he seemed to love the most about her.
maybe they didnt let young love develop as slowly as it should or maybe they were too different even in the beginning but the turmoil was there as well.
two sparing personalities. ying and yang. but at the end of every day they laid their heads together on their pillow and their bodies complimented one another. her head always fit perfectly on his shoulder. they could always fall asleep okay next to each other.
the fairy tale turns into a nightmare somewhere along the lines. to pinpoint it exactly is impossible. to find the antagonist would not be simple. somewhere things changed. did the girl change? did the boy change? did they change together but apart? can love that started so pure and simple be found? or is that like chasing that shooting star?
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