I wrote this last year when I was bored and waiting for my parents to come. I hope you like it tho!
P.S. To the person whom I wrote this for.. Thank you for breaking my heart.
It was worth it anyways :)
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I'd never want to
write about sad things.
But as I lay down
this bed for two and dramatically, a Sam Smith song started playing, I remember
you—and that made me write another list of sad things.
We were a sad
thing, you and me. When we are both combined with chemistry, it'll only lead
into a couple of tragic events that will keep me up at night.
Life is twisted.
My life is twisted.
I thought you were
meant to be the puzzle piece that's supposed to make everything fall into
place. I thought you were the puzzle piece that might make my life a little
less twisted and confusing. Just when I thought everything was right into
place, life shook it up into a catastrophic twister.
Ha. How dumb of me
to think that you will stay. You will always leave. Why would you stay with me?
That's ridiculous. You don't even love me.
But somehow I wish
you did. What if you did stay? Will we ever get our happy ending? But I'm tired
of what ifs that will never come true. You'd never stay; I don't think that's
even one of your options. You were meant to leave me. I was meant to be left. We
were meant to be tragic. Just like that.
How could I be so
foolish to think that you've fallen in love with me? You'd never. I'm not that
kind of girl that most guys fall in love with. I'm not your kind of girl. I'm
not her. I don't have that long black hair that always stays into place
perfectly for a picture perfect snap. I don't have that smile that makes each
and every guy swoon and fall in an instant. I don't have that kind of face that
deserves a second look. I'm not her, I'll never be her. That's why you don't
love me. You will always love her.
I'm sorry for
ruining your life, though. I still remember the time you said it; for me to
stop ruining your life. It's ironic, really. How you told me back then that I
was your life. Like, our theme song is all about me being your life and you
even learned how to play it on your guitar and then a few years after we're
over, you tell me to stop ruining your life. It really is ironic to think of.
Life really is
ironic. We're ironic.
What happened to
us? It's the question I end up asking to myself over and over whenever I
foolishly begin to think of you again. But then again, if I ever really did
know the answer, will these things change? Will we change?
It's funny how I
thought we were meant to be. We were just a random circumstance. In a giant
board game, we were the pieces and fate's been right there all along, playing
us. He might be rolling over with laughter whenever we lock with each other's
eyes or that moment when you were the one I was paired up with in that
candle-lighting ceremony at prom. He was just playing the two of us-the both of
you were playing me.
You played me like
a symphony 'til all your fingers bleed just like the song said. You ruin me.
You ruin us.
What if there's
this parallel universe?
Come to think of
it- another world with a different time, a different place and a different
situation.
I'd like to live
in one of those worlds.
A world where our
love story could get a second chance-the last chance we could ever get, so
don't ever waste it, mister.
A world where we
could be poured with a life full of effort-you, wanting to give me roses every
day and throwing me unique surprises that would be such a hit that it could
even have a million views in Youtube.
A world where you
won't ever leave-because you can't ever think of a life to live with another
girl that's not even close to my cheerfulness.
A world where you
won't ever let me go-not in a million years, and not even after a million
years.
A world where you
could love me, with all your heart and soul, with no regrets and doubts and
with no second thoughts about any other girl.
But there's no
other world. There's no such thing as a parallel universe-well, it's not proven
yet.
Our love story
will never get another chance because you already ran out of chances.
You will never
give me roses because she's the only girl you have guts to give your full
efforts to.
You will never stay
with me. There's no way to argue with that because you could never stay with
someone you don't love. I'd never want someone to stay with me because I'm sick
or dying or whatsoever dumb reason. I'd never want someone to stay with me
'because.' I want a 'no matter what.'
You will always
let me go. You keep letting me go. Why would you hold on?
You don't love me.
You never did love me. You will never love me. But you will always look at me
with regrets of meeting me. You will always look at me and you'll remember her
and how you love her so. It was always her-but never me.
This isn't the
perfect world.
This is the world
where the writer falls in love with her character and that made her think that
she could be the princess in the story. But she never was. Her only role was to
write. And so, she ended up getting hurt and lifeless as she led her characters
for them to pursue a happy ending in the end.
Do they get their
happy-ever-after? Yes.
Does she get her
happy-ever-after? No.
But she'll smile
like she used to and pretend like she's okay. Why? It's the only choice left.
I thought we were
about to get a happy-ever-after already. I thought that this was the perfect
timing for the real 'US.' I thought I could pretend like the princess and you
could be the prince. Or in a much better phase, you could be the king to fix my
world and I could be the queen to rule yours.
But our story
wasn't like the others. Our story had a lot of twists. We were a twisted love
story-minus the love and multiply the twisted part by five.
You're the Romeo.
I'm Juliet. You were once in love with a girl named Rosaline so you follow her
in the Capulet's party. But she rejects you, not once but three. Then, you
suddenly see me standing there with eyes of brown and cheeks of red. Just as
when you were about to dance with me, Rosaline comes back to you to give you
one more chance. Happily-ever after, the end.
You're Kenji de
los Reyes, the notorious gangster that I, Athena Dizon, hates to the moon and
back. We meet over some site because you thought that I was your popular and
gorgeous ex, Athena Abigail. I pretend to be your ex and you get back at me by
getting me to agree with a deal to help you get back Abigail. We succeeded, and
then you two got back together. Happily-ever-after, the end.
You're Peeta
Mellark. I'm Katniss Everdeen. We both protect each other from danger and act
like we're two star-crossed lovers. But it'll all be just an act for us to save
our own lives and run away far from one another. You meet someone better than
the girl on fire and you both fall in love with each other. Happily-ever-after,
the end.
We were a story
twist. We won't get our own happily-ever-after. I won't get mine, but you'll
get yours.
We were a story
twist-but at least it twisted you back into your very own happiness.
A life without me.
A life with her. Isn't that a lot better?
Happily-ever-after.
The end.
They say people
fall in love in mysterious ways.
Why does a person
have to fall out of love in mysterious ways, too?
How could that be
so easy? You just leave the person and forget about all your memories just
because it's for the best. How could that be so easy? Saying all those words
and just saying goodbye in an instant and then suddenly, there's another girl.
The chemistry was
banished easily. The sparks were cut easily. We were over so quickly. You were
happy so rapidly. I was hurt so badly.
We were fireworks.
We were meant to be a beautiful display in the sky-but we weren't meant to
last. We were meant to end up fast.
I once believed in
the idea of serendipity. Serendipity: a magical word for an unfortunate
accident. Maybe that's were meant to be-an unfortunate accident. We were a
collision and we collided into each other's lives. But that's it. We were just
a collision-no more, no less. We go back into our normal lives without going
back to each other's arms. We pretend nothing ever happened and act like
strangers.
That's how life
works. People come and go and we have to make the most out of it.
I knew you were
going to leave someday. I just didn't know it would be that soon. But I guess
it's for the best. I'm not the best for you. I don't have that kind of worth.
On the contrary, she has that kind of worth that you will always see, and
that's why you two are meant to be.
It's over. We're
over.
But sometimes, I
still do think of you and I wonder, what if we really were meant to be? Yes,
we're meant to be. We're meant to be a sad story. A tragedy. We were meant to
be a sad thing from the past.
The book is
closing. Time to say goodbye. Curtain's finally closing. Goodbye. The end.
