Wishing For You

Prologue

I have been in love with the same person since I was ten years old.

How is this possible, you ask? Well, he made me want him. No, not want him. I yearned for him. He's perfect, in every way. He's what every girl wishes for. He takes my breath away. Notice how I used the present tense. That's because old feelings die hard. At least, that's what I thought. Apparently, old feelings are relatively easy to get rid of, at least for normal people.

Personally, I believe that normalcy is a lie, made up by advertising agencies to make people feel inferior. But that's just my opinion.

Before I was ten, I'd use my wishes for dumb stuff, like a personal unicorn to ride to school. Every year since then, I've wished for him.

Just imagine, wasting every goddamned candle, every itsy-bitsy eyelash, every breathtaking shooting star, on a person who thinks you're horrific.

The thing is, I didn't realize how stupid that was, the fact that I chased him for 7 years and he never realized it. I just thought I was an amazing secret keeper.

This is the story of how I fell out of love, and then fell in love again, the story of how I realized the world is an unfair place, and that karma is a bitch.

The thing is, if it wasn't for the rude awakening I had the week before my senior year started, I don't think I ever would've realized that I've been stuck in dreamland this entire time. I think I would still be an idiotic senior, who obsesses over boys and gossip and nail polish.

I don't think I ever would have come into the real world.

A\N: Picture of Taylor Swift as Kat Black.