43. and the glass slipper never shatters


our whole life is a mess of those fridays. we know them so well. the fridays when we go somewhere and one of us, at some point, any point at all, ends up feeling miserable.

i’m no magician, my love. can’t turn grey into a million of colours, can barely turn grey at all. but together we almost manage, the shade changing from darkness to light, from dawn to night.
friday was nothing more than that, you must understand. a sort of middle ground for all our ghosts to come out. and mine did. X was there, as was his new love interest, or rather his soon-to-be ex-love-interest.
she goes through men faster than i go through lingerie and yes, we know her. she catches our train sometimes and don’t you just love the way she talks of her life so freely? i never could quite muster that attitude. you know the one: where casual sex is just another bad habit she really must give up; where a ciggie on the sly hasn’t hurt anyone and two-timing is merely a way to make two people happy at the same time.
but no, i do exaggerate.

still, do not think me bitter for i am not. not at all. and it only seems so because i’d rather people see a tint of jealousy in me than see nothing at all.

and you must remember your promise: you said you won’t get upset at such occasions. 
and when the past runs before your retinas again, scanning for weakness, don’t be too quick to give up on our happy ending, where cinderella meets her prince charming.

and the glass slipper never shatters.

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6 responses to “43. and the glass slipper never shatters

  1. moondustwriter

    Cinderella would never go through princes.
    Too bad we do have to face the past people sometimes.
    Enjoy the present

  2. Wishing for a fairy tale in the face of hard reality… at least there’s hope, right? I enjoyed this…

  3. it’s easy to want to stay in a dreamworld.. but it’s the grit of reality that gives life it’s spice, don’t you think?

    perhaps the idea of having something to lose makes the ‘having’ even better and more precious.

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