The Chronicles Of Falling In Love

it's an exceptionally terrible title but I swear the inside is good. A little wholesome, a little hurting, a lot of love in every aspect.

Isn't it perfect

That we met when we weren't so sure of ourselves

You, refined and dedicated and Egeus, a man of sterling intelligence and lesser height

And I, boisterous and laughable and Mustardseed, which seems self-explanatory

Because if we were this today

Then it seems like our paths are set in stone

Distant, parallel

But we were little, and admittedly naive

(A fact to which you would never admit)

And we held in our hands something greater than ourselves

A show that we had to enhance

And the convergence of our lives

And it seemed so minor at the time, I laugh to myself

Newly-fit for glasses and I couldn't see beyond my own tasks

To (you'd hate it, but) the boy who wasn't as different as he seemed

Sitting only a few rows ahead

The show and the year comes and goes

And we're in seventh grade

So proud of ourselves because, surely,

This is the peak

The greatest of life

(and we weren't quite right)

Casting and scripts!

We're in!

Hallelujah!

And we read our scripts through

And... you get your head chopped off

(Only in the script, of course)

And I feel bad

But then there is laughter resounding in the room

And I don't have to think, I laugh too

And in a matter of seconds, I hid

But in a matter of a year, I thought.

I thought of why I felt bad

"Well, he's nice, so... it seems wrong that he suffer."

(You. Absolute. Buffoon.)

Springtime-

It's a musical!

And, to my surprise, you try out!

And are incredible!

But, no. 

No, he isn't incredible, Jack is. Only Jack.

Introducing Jack- a.k.a, my seventh grade boyfriend,

a.k.a the blindfold placed over my eyes.

Flash forward to costume day

I step out in my black-as-a-funeral maid dress and apron

Hair tied and eyes downcast

And you step out

Though I didn't think to look at you

your Oxfords (they must have been) the only thing I could glimpse

Until I lifted my head

And I saw you

And I saw you. 

I didn't glance at you.

We didn't just co-exist, for the first time.

Here I was, and there you were

And we were more of life than ever before.

I looked and was transfixed

Because you were something I had never seen before.

It was like staring at a window with the curtains closed

And you don't think of it, but you memorize the pattern of the curtains

You know them as well as anything

And you adapt

Okay, this is all there is to it

And then the curtains are drawn

The curtains remain but to the side

But you see, for the first time, the beautiful things to see

It is, for every reason, extraordinary.

Anyone can appreciate undiscovered beauty

But you were more than that

I guess, if I had to describe it-

Love at first (second) sight.

Except I didn't know it was love.

(You. Absolute. Buffoon. AGAIN.)

I chalked it up to a brand-new admiration 

Of someone intelligent

A role model

A friend

And kept the blindfold over my eyes

For all of spring.

For all of summer.

For almost all of autumn.

Then the cast trip.

We went to Maine (for Almost, Maine)

I sat with Hanlan, a friend

You sat

(Ironically)

With Jack.

Hanlan in I sat in the front, you two in the back.

And among all our stops

(The sketchy convenience store, the theatre company)

We came to you, and sat closer to you, until we were all in the back of the bus

Laughing and conspiring

We all ate lunch together

Hanlan and Jack a bit rowdy

You trying to chaperone

And I trying to talk to you.

We all clambered back onto the bus

Went to the ropes course

Hanlan and I clipped on and reached a high platform

You and Hanlan and I,

We yelled at each other from a 50 foot drop

Emotions were running high as the trees we brushed across

I laughed with you and Hanlan from afar

I sang to you in the tired voice I had left

I laughed, called to you in a higher voice

Like a high-strung Romeo and Juliet

I called to you 

I felt invincible with you in my sights and I so high up

My grand declaration of love barely died on my lips as I stared at you warmly

And you stared at me.

Time to fly.

I sat on the platform, with a vast evening spread below me

Muttered a prayed, uttered a quick 'my darling' and pushed off, gliding into a setting sun.

I looked for you and laughed your name to myself

As Hanlan, 20 feet equidistant, sang All-Star to the world. 

We smiled.

I finally, very awkwardly, pulled myself towards the final checkpoint, and

You were waiting.

I laughed, looked at Hanlan, who smirked

And looked to you

I managed to unhook myself from the harness

And never managed to ask why you waited

With the night so young

We climbed back onto the bus

Chattering aimlessly

Onward! To Panera!

Somebody turn the heat down!

Did I leave a glove on the zip line?

But the four of us 

We tuned them out

Talked a bit

And then we started to sing.

We sang together

We sang far apart

I knew something then.

I didn't want to sing with Jack, as I had for ten months, deferentially.

I wanted to sing with you.

And we sang a little bit of a piece we had learned

You on baritone and I on soprano and alto

And maybe our voices weren't the perfect blend

But the way we were connected

Listening for each other over the roar of other voices

I realized it was what I had wanted to hear for so long

Almost like forbidden music

And it was then I made up my mind.

When you become familiar with something

You know it, and enjoy it

But like a song played incessantly

Or a room painted the same dull pattern

Seemingly

Out of nowhere

You want something else

And since I had literally fallen in love

(You. Absolute. Buffoon. Again. And. AGAIN.)

I wanted something else more than I realized

So I lived with a fear of rejection

And the same dull-patterned bandanna cast over my eyes

Until my subconscious love I hadn't acknowledged

Came bursting into my mind

Painting pictures of promises over the familiar colors of the bandana

Until I cast it aside

And my eyes

Were

Opened.

And I saw you again. 

For the second or third time, in a metaphorical sense.

And you were, somehow,

even more beautiful than the first time.

And when something like that happens

You cannot possibly help but to fall madly and irrevocably in love. 

A flood of unwritten songs leapt from my heart!

I spun around, giddy, laughing, my eyes open!

My gaze transfixed on you, the most beautiful thing in the world!

And now.

Now it is winter, now it is cold, a new year

Now we are closer.

Now we are older, almost bitter, almost wiser.

Now you are Pete, falling in love with Ginette.

Now I am Randi, falling in love with Shelly.

Now I am me, still falling in love with you.

Author's Note

It helps to have basic knowledge of these three plays for context:

-A Midsummer Night's Dream
-The Caucasian Chalk Circle
-Almost Maine

This isn't really meant for the world, just for me and maybe him to have and read and experience. It's a story in very free verse poem form. It's not meant to be revolutionary. Just to exist, and make my life a littler easier. This probably will not make total sense to anybody, therefore please keep reviews a little nicer because A. Wasn't meant to be great and B. I'm kind of new. Thank you for reading this garbage that I call my life, and that I am overly devoted to.

Reviews

[Jade]

WOW! what a long write, descriptive and wonderful imagery we well