Coming to Terms

Every time I see your face,
I'm transported to that place
Where we ran around chasing each other
Heads back,
Giggles spilling out
As we discovered,
Joy.
Happiness.
My hand in yours.
Your lips on mine.
Innocence.
Beautiful innocence that once was mine.

 

If life were an 80s movie,
We would have been best friends.
You would have fallen for me.
I would have fallen for him.
But right before the credits scrolled across the screen,
You'd confess your love for me.
I'd realize it was you
I had loved all along.

 

If life were a fairytale,
You would have been my prince.
Stolen me away with your charm,
And searched the entire kingdom with a glass slipper
Just to find some ordinary girl who had small feet
And ask me to marry you.

 

If life were a dream,
You'd be the one I dreamed of.
My perfect beginning.
My perfect ending.
The perfect love story.

 

But life is life.
If it is an 80s movie,
The credits are scrolling.
There's no sequel.
If it is a fairytale,
I haven't found my prince.
If it is a dream,
I've woken up.
The happy, worry-free haze has lifted.
I can see clearly now.

 

Life isn't like the movies
Or fairytales.
It rarely turns out as we have dreamed.
Cinderella may have married the prince,
But Disney never addressed how politics,
Religion,
Beliefs,
Morals,
And ethics
Affected their relationship.
Somehow personal and important conversational topics don't seem to apply
When it comes to love.
And maybe that's true,
But they are heavily involved in making a relationship last -
Unless they aren't important enough to ever be mentioned in the first place.

 

That's not how I plead my case though.
I'm tied strongly to what I believe in.
And if you believed in me
And I in you,
We'd share our beliefs.
And I wish I could believe in us.
But I can't.
You don't.

 

As much as I feel like my heart is being magnetically pulled towards yours,
I must look towards the future
For us
Since you won't
Since you don't
And I can tell you
We won't last.

 

My life may become like a movie
And a fairytale
As my dream comes true
Of putting the picture of our first kiss
Next to the one of our wedding kiss
Onto the fire place mantle with the fire burning below it
Igniting our passion for one another.

 

But inevitably,
That fire would get out of hand.
Our life would slowly burn to ashes around us.
We are both too passionate
About ourselves
More than each other.

 

You are my best friend, my prince charming, and the one I dream of.
I believe you are the one.
Somehow you took a different path.
Your destiny changed.
So did mine.
I've come to terms
And I'm moving forward
For us.   

Reviews

[Jonathan Brooks]

Great write! I've definitely felt this way before...everything in love seems like a dream, like it's too good to be true--but sometimes it is. The stories that we want don't always happen the way we want to, but by the end of our stories, we'll have what's best for us.