I met a very handsome boy in my dance class who was a total goof. His cha-cha was springy and his polka was... Well, let's call it energetic. We swapped numbers to practice outside of class before our evaluations and had a lot of fun. I was still with the other boy (shall we call him... Boy?) so even though we both saw something growing between us, we knew it wasn't going to work. It was just a small infatuation. A fling. I left it at that and went home to my Boy for another night of video games and guilty stabs to the heart.
I loved my Boy. I know I did. Love is the most powerful magic in all of existence. But all magic must come at a price. Somewhere in my story love had lost its luster.... its purity. Now I was tied to this boy by chains of guilt and empathy. I knew if I turned away from him I would be tearing out his heart in the process. I had to stay to protect the dreams and happiness that he so tightly held on to. There was no other option.
I continued to go to my classes and friend parties as though life were as perfect and happy as it ever had been. The more time I spent with my friends the more empty I began to feel when I went back to my Boy. I would have dreams that would turn into nightmares that would wake me in the dead of night. With each cold sweat inducing nightmare came a deeper emptiness in my chest. On top of that I was fighting the seemingly increasing gravitational pull I felt toward this rather Charming goof in my dance class. I fought and fought until a greater power intervened.
I loved my Boy. I know I did. Love is the most powerful magic in all of existence. But all magic must come at a price. Somewhere in my story love had lost its luster.... its purity. Now I was tied to this boy by chains of guilt and empathy. I knew if I turned away from him I would be tearing out his heart in the process. I had to stay to protect the dreams and happiness that he so tightly held on to. There was no other option.
I continued to go to my classes and friend parties as though life were as perfect and happy as it ever had been. The more time I spent with my friends the more empty I began to feel when I went back to my Boy. I would have dreams that would turn into nightmares that would wake me in the dead of night. With each cold sweat inducing nightmare came a deeper emptiness in my chest. On top of that I was fighting the seemingly increasing gravitational pull I felt toward this rather Charming goof in my dance class. I fought and fought until a greater power intervened.
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