The Inevitable

Before

Before

What do you think about love?

Girl:

A story begins simply as a modest beginning. Similarly, love stories start the same way, but is it the love for the stories that we long for or the stories about love? Is it really our own love that we wish to find? I mean we all deep down yearn for the I love yous and the I miss yous, but what are we to do if they are nowhere to be had? Though we wish to think that we must wait for the one who will love us for who we really are, do we really know that a person like that exists? The answer is no.

We all embarrassingly fall prey to a fantasy world where we know our Prince Charming is coming with that glass slipper. That we will one day find our Romeo who we know will kill himself over the loss of yours truly and that we will meet our Jack who we wish to never let go of. We have held onto those tales, and not to be harsh but lies, dirty, disgusting lies, since we could listen. They spiral in our brains until one day they fester so greatly that we want one of our own. We want a boy who will love us and cherish us, who will pick us up and spin us around, one who will take us on those perfect dates and hold us close. A boy who will kiss us and give us butterflies every time we meet and who can't imagine letting someone else have us. You hold a silent ache for someone who will tell you you're beautiful when you have no makeup on and your hair is thrown up into a rag mess.

But let me be clear, guys like that don't exist.

Boy:

Words aren't really my thing. Let's just say, I wouldn't mind having a girl around, you know? Not for the crude kind of pleasure, but you know. Yeah, you know.

I'm not like most guys, I don't fall prey to sexual splendors. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, but I'm just not a pig. There's a difference.

What is it like growing up?

Girl:

I wasn't your average teen girl. Average is a critical word, really. The dictionary definition states that it is: of the usual or ordinary standard, level, or quantity. But tell me, what does that mean? Who created what ordinary and the usual looks or acts like? Tell me. . . who?

I was an outcast: a person who has been rejected by society or a social group.

I was also from a single parent household: a household run by one parent who has a child or children under the age of eighteen that has been widowed or divorced and live separately. My father was widowed and I was motherless.

You tell me how great it was growing up. . .

Boy:

Growing up, you want me to talk about growing up? Ha.

Well, when you grew up the way I did, life was Hell. I moved ten times by the time I hit high school. I can't complain about my home life, exactly. I could do whatever the hell I wanted, but school was never good for me, you know? I didn't have a social life, I didn't have friends, I didn't make the grades, and I sure as hell didn't get laid. I was outside the norm and no one gave a rats ass about me.

But what did I have to complain about? I was hot, young, and sexy. What more did I need, right?

What quote directly relates to your life the best?

Girl:

You want a quote that relates most closely to our lives? Out of every one out there, how am I supposed to pick- right, just pick one. Okay. . .

Boy:

I don't read any goddamn poetry. A quote? Same thing. I don't read any damn quotes either. How the hell do you expect me to find a quote if I don't know- still gotta pick one. Alright. . .

Girl:

"I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it." a quote by Audrey Hepburn.

I'm not going to lie and say everything that has happened in my life so far has been pleasant. That would be far too much stretching of the truth. My life has been tough and there have been things that took me years to learn to deal with, but somehow and someway everything seemed to fall into place the moment he said he loved me. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't an average "everything was alright as soon as we met. I stop hurting myself and I was magically perfect!", no. I will never be perfect and I will never not be screwed up, but misery sure loves company.

Boy:

Give me a minute to think, would you? God, this is so damn hard. Ah, here:

"A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing." said by George Bernard Shaw.

I have made some hellish mistakes in my life, but one mistake turned my whole life around, metaphorically as she would say, and that was when she began to love me.

Any last words?

Girl:

Love isn't always the answer, but when it is, never let go. I'm going to be honest, there was a little part of me that never believed much in true love and other theories of that sort. But then something inside of me changed one day and I knew I was becoming somebody completely different than the person I was the day before. I then realized that it is not so much that people change, but that our opinions change and a lot of the time it's because we meet people along the way that give us a reason to rethink things and with all my heart I mean it when I say, those are the best kind of people.

Boy:

You see that beautiful girl over there? She's the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to me.