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Fancy Fantasy |
| Written by hazel | |
| Saturday, 12 April 2008 | |
"Are you still mad at me? You sound so cold," he asked me. "Well, why ask? Do you care?"---a moment of silence--- "I mean, would it matter to you?" I typed with fervor, consumed by my anger. "Of course it does. I wouldn't ask if it doesn't." He sounded sincere. Sounded, yes. But I still doubt him. After what he's done. Yes, I may have forgiven him. But the scar remains and like what happens when there is keloid formation in a vessel lumen---obstruction, restriction to liberal flow of fluids---something's holding me back. I cannot allow it to happen again. I've been such a fool for falling, getting caught up in his trap. I acted like an innocent girl who allowed herself to be stupefied by a beast-in-disguise. I was so naive; he made me believe what Disney wants little princesses to dream about---that prince charmings are real and knights-in-shining-armors exist. Well, yes---in DREAMS, they do. "Weren't you the one who told me to be careful 'coz 'the world is full of fake people?' How'd I know if you're sincere?" I replied. Now, I understand. Almost convinced that everything was a joke. I never thought he's been kidding me all along. I was silly to believe that he's the guy for me. I was such a fool for putting my defenses down, for allowing him to reap into my subconscious. I made a laughingstock out of myself. I feel so defeated . . . so alienated . . . What've I done to deserve this? He didn't reply. So I had to answer my own question, "I'd never know. Believing you is like a gamble. Winning is uncertain. Losing is a huge probability. If I win, I am lucky. If I lose, at least I am a good sport." Copyright 2008 hazel |
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