At age sixteen, she was still innocent about the true love that everyone has been talking about.
She was curious if all those fairytales and novels she had read and watched are true, that love, without a doubt, is something that you should search for and need to find out.
Little did she know that love had already been there most of the time.
It is the feeling she never felt before that everyone had, which makes everyone go mad it even makes them rhyme.
But still she didn't ask for it. She always said that it is just full of drama, of nonsense, of silliness, and of foolishness. Too cliché, too boring, too corny. It always had this "happily-ever-after" thingy. But somehow, somewhat, she was quite, kind of, sort of wanting it. But still, she refused to believe in that so called destiny.
She was just afraid of falling in love, because she knew that once she falls in love, everything will follow: rejection, expectations, false hopes, trust issues and such. She was just uncertain what after "happily-ever-after" is and she was obsessed with it that much.
But then, there's this one guy, let's just call him 'magic.'
Magic is always there for her,
He makes her smile, he makes her laugh and he even makes her cry.
He compliments her eyes, and tells her he was lost in them. The way he looks at her when she's reading books, the way he touches her face and wiped her tears when she cries.
He carries stars in his pockets because he knows that she is afraid of the dark. Whenever sadness pays her a visit, he paints galaxies at the back of her hands.
He does everything he could just to make her happy, and she appreciates his every effort even sometimes, it's kind of crappy.
He isn't that perfect, sometimes he makes mistakes, sometimes he can also be her headache. But he makes everything and every moment perfect. He knew exactly what she hates, what she likes and what she loves.
Magic unintentionally makes her realize that the novels she reads, the movies she watches, the songs she listens to, and the fairytales that her mom used to tell her were all possible.
Magic taught her to believe,
And now, she is no longer naïve.
She finally believes. The feeling of butterflies in her tummy, the feeling when she sings her favorite lullaby got from her mommy, the feeling of being the leading lady in every love story, in every novel of Nicholas Sparks and little did she know that she is already in love actually.
And now, her motto in life is, 'all you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust'. Silly and weird isn't it? Well, that's how love works.
She didn't ask for magic to come into her life, he just came.
They wander, they explore, they discover, they create magic together. Everything seems so perfect, so magical. And because of magic, she unceasingly offers her unconditional love without any hesitation. She realizes that falling and being in love, is not scary at all.
But then, one day, she finds herself craving for attention, craving for magic's love and affection. She finds herself looking for magic. Where did he go? Magic's gone. Just like magic.
Why would magic leave her? That's odd, because she knew that magic always keeps his promises. And he promised that he'll stay with her, forever.
Confused and depressed at the same time, she needs magic, she craves for magic. But why would he leave her? Why would he leave the window open? Is he freaking Peter Pan? She never knew.
She wanted to get mad but she can't because she loves him. And she hated it.
If she just knew that magic would leave her, she shouldn't have been fooled by these lies she almost believed in. Because fairytales doesn't exist, it is only a figment of every child's imagination. There is no such thing as happily ever after, there is no such thing as faith, and trust, and pixie dusts. Because there is no such thing as magic! Only a bunch of lies and gimmicks. Magic is just for kids. And that makes her think she didn't want to grow up. Just to be with magic.
But she never blamed him, she blames herself, for trusting and loving someone too much.
It's been a year since magic left. But she still doesn't want to close the windows that he left open, still hoping that he would come back to her again.
Then there she goes again, being overdramatic. Sure, time heals. She's still too young to believe for that one great love. But let her just romanticize this pain for a while, until it hurts no more. Maybe he either comes back, or not anymore.
Desperate isn't she? And by SHE, I mean me.
