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I admit, I have concealed many secrets from you. But it's been for your own good. There are things you don't need to know about me yet, things I've kept hidden. Things better left unsaid.
Her apron was perfectly clean and white. So was mine.
Then we had the food fight, splattering ketchup and other foods across the walls....and our aprons.
Now both the room and our aprons are...very colorful, to say the least.
End of story.
Seriously, how long could a girl take to get ready?
She had been in there for over an hour. I was sure I'd heard a couple of grunts of frustration from inside of the room. She had never liked makeup, and dresses and girly stuff. But her friends had insisted upon dressing her up for this one night.
"Done!" I heard a relieved sigh.
She walked out of the room, and my jaw dropped.
She looked stunning.
I remember all those times we laughed together. Just sat under the shade of the trees and laughed our hearts out.
Where did that go?
Why do you no longer look at me with that sparkle in your eye? Why don't you giggle and tease me for my mistakes?
I want that back. I want to hear the sound of your laughter again.
I want to laugh with you again.
He'd hurt me, badly. I never wanted to see him again. Or, that's what my brain said.
My heart said differently.
So when he texted me that Friday night, saying, "Can we start over?" I smiled and texted him back.
"Sure."
Looks like we're back at the beginning.
They always said we didn't belong together. We weren't the right combination.
But we stayed together anyway, ignoring people's taunts. You stayed by my side, and I by yours.
We were the right combination after all.
I hated him. Hated him with a passion that outweighed any other feelings I had.
We argued, cried, fought, and battled it out. But it was never enough.
I never thought I'd fall for him.
I felt a different kind of passion, now.
Awakening from my dreams is always hard.
My dreams are my escape, my refuge. A place for me to just be alone for a while. My imaginary world. Its perfect in my dreams.
But you always have to wake up sometime.
I am trapped.
Not in a literal sense, but in my mind. I'm locked away in my castle, unable to escape, a damsel in distress.
Until the right person comes, I'm trapped in the stronghold of my mind, waiting for him to set me free.
"I despise you, you know that?"
I shot him a look of absolute loathing. He glared back at me.
"Yeah?" he asked. "Well, the feeling's mutual."
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