based on the ending of spiderman 3.
for those of you that don't know, romeo and juliet, weren't actually in love. there was no love between the two, romeo was an adult who only had a desire for sex while juliet was a thirteen year old, who only found infatuation in romeo, who could be the one to free her from her parents–and husband's control.
its a story as old as time, told to generations to generations, forcing people to be bewildered by the idea of love, except its just a facade covered with its own holiday and the idea of receiving flowers on your anniversary.
i used to be love-striken, hit by cupid's arrow and my eyes were suddenly heart shaped, but now its complete bullshit. it always was, it just took me a year and a half to figure it out, with a boy who stepped on my heart and didn't help me pick up the pieces.
was i defeated? yes. will i ever be the same? heck yes and different but for me and not him.
i think this all, as i sing my heart out in the middle of a bar. couples are talking amongst themselves as they sip on their wine coolers, probably after leaving the kids at home with a babysitter, on their first day since they had said child. was i upset? how could you tell?
"i'm through with love." i sing into the microphone.
standing beside the door was not a good thing on my part, as the door frequently opens and shuts as people come and go.
and as i sing i don't watch who enter it but just as i finish my song, i can't help but glance at the door as it opens for yet another time and my breath catches as his eyes meet mine. i stop my singing but the band still plays on. this can't be real. but it was, i know it, as he walks toward me.
i meet him half way as i step off the stage, my black dress that covers my body, flowing down the floor and getting dirty in the process. he just stares at me as he take one last step toward me.
he's now three feet away from me and i can't help but give him a once over, and yes, this was real.
he slowing takes out his hand, so that he held it out in front of me, asking a silent question. i begin to stare at the ceiling, as i don't want him to see my tears fall.
i close my eyes as the white ceiling turns to dark, and i see him and i walking hand and hand, as we walk down central park, he's telling me about his adventures as spiderman and i can't help but worry about his safety and he knows this as he take my hand to his lips and turns my palm inward giving it a kiss right there, then putting it on his chest. i could still feel his rapidly beating heart, he whispers to me then, "i know."
and in that moment, i've made my decision and as my eyes open, i can't help but thank my younger self for taking care for me as she smiles right back.
my eyes adjust back to the light and i'm no longer in a crowded room filled with drunk adults, as i stare at him, his hand still outstretched, and peter smiles at me.
