Less than Thirteen Roses

             In fairytales and dramas, we obviously were supposed to exchange shy smiles with each other throughout the night and immediately fall in love with each other and elope during a midsummer night...

            That was obviously not our storyline. There was no love at first sight, if not no love at all. We did not fall in love with each other, yet we could no longer define our relationship...

            A little imagination didn’t hurt at times...

            But that was in fairy tales. In reality, in this situation, imagination hurt like a . Imagination sent me soaring to cloud nine, and brought me crashing down onto the black, lifeless, unforgiving concrete...

            I honestly had no idea that’s what hurting felt like. I just thought of it as a sour feeling in my chest that would pass with time, and that it was impossible to feel hurt without being in a legitimate relationship. I fell in love with my best friend, and it was nothing like my romanticized vision of it...

            I couldn’t shatter such a beautiful, complete frame to relieve my heart that was homelessly living in the shambles...

            Best friend. Thirteen roses. Friends forever...

            But I just want to be selfish – just this one time. Can I be selfish and end this so that I can keep my sanity?...

            But time machines were just wishful thinking for those who still believed in fairytale endings...

            There is no such thing “meant to be.” Sometimes, the anticipated and long for never happens, and the unimagined becomes the replacement. The replacement can be just as beautiful, if not ever so much more...

            We may never come across the “right” one, because there is simply no “right” and “wrong.” It’s all just one’s own judgment – just search through the right lens...