Shattered Fairytale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Personal account of my first boyfriend and I.
3/4 is fictional but some is true.
My first story, so please comment! Thanks!!

Submitted: May 26, 2011

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When I was young, all I wanted was to fall in love. Meet the perfect guy. Fairytale dances, with princess ballgowns and boquets of flowers- it was a happy dream, a fantasy land. Every little girl dreams of a handsome guy to sweep her off her feet.

Then I met you. I was inexperienced, true, and impressionable. But I did what they told me to. I followed my heart and I gave it to you.I think it was the eyes that got me. They still do. Blue, clear, sparkling, and rimmed by those long eyelashes. They used to make me smile. Every time I got a chance, I would've drowned in the light-filled ocean they were. You were the most handsome guy possible, in my eyes. I saw you and my heart fluttered. A fairytale prince, complete with a horse and crown, could not have surpassed you.

I felt like a fairytale princess for the first time. You loved me, I really think you did. If it wasn't love, I'm not sure what it was.The hugs, and the smiles, were what kept me hoping and dreaming. I felt like I could accomplish anything in your arms. It was love.

I was satisfied with what little attention you gave me. I was blind to the indifference that we shouldn't have had. I payed no mind to the fact that after two months, you had never attempted to kiss me. If you didn't like me or didn't want to date me, you should've told me. But I was oblivious, focusing only on how amazing it was being yours, and having you to call my own.

After a while, I realized something was wrong. You weren't there for me at all. I never told you, but I thought my mom was dying. I tried bulimia for a while. I wanted control over something. We were spinning in one direction, my mom in another, and I had nothing to hold onto. I wanted to be prettier, better, skinnier for you, and it seemed like it was killing two birds with one stone. I was lost, directionless. I couldn't see you without feeling alone. It was destructive, and it being us. I was falling to pieces.

I realized I needed to get out. I loved you. I wanted to stay. But I wanted to be happy, too, and that wasn't working out either. So I asked you what was wrong.

You told me that you lost interest and that we should break up.

The glass slipper shattered.

The flowers died.

Now I'm just lonely. My friends don't understand. I haven't communicated with you since I typed in those final words.

So, I guess that's it.

You're leaving soon. I knew it was coming, but even when you were mine to worry about, you never told me yourself. You should've, though. The pain of not speaking to you again, without even a goodbye, still hurts. I still love you, or at least the you I once had.

Where will I go now?

I don't know. I just want someone who talks to me and treats me like I ought to be treated. I want to be appreciated, not forgotten. So have fun in California, and meet somebody, or whatever. But don't forget me. I was your princess, waiting for her prince to return. When you remember, remember what you had. We could've made it work. I tried, but you were never really mine. So don't bother coming back. Ever. But do say goodbye.


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