I'm No Cinderella

Chapter 16

I’m not a princess; this ain’t a fairy tale,

                    I’m not the one you sweep off her feet,

                    Lead her up the stairwell,

                    This ain’t Hollywood,

                    This is a small town,

                    I was a dreamer before you went and let me down,

                    Now it’s too late for you and your white horse,

                    To come around.

                    How is it that when you’re feeling sad and rejected, there’ll be a perfect song that comes up on the radio singing the words that are actually going through your mind? Although the song is about a break up, but it also means that reality is not fairy tale and that is what I am going through now. Ryan is not my fairy tale ending.  He’s just a part of my life, and someday I might find someone who’d actually love me, and it’s sad to realize that it may not be Ryan. Why is life so cruel?

                    Ryan was not at work on Monday, and as far as Monday blues goes, mine was a very bleak and gloomy Monday. Mom called to say that Leah will be coming back next weekend and that is the only thing that I actually look forward to. On Tuesday, I was actually excited to look at the Lion’s face, but he seemed to be in a vile mood. How typical of him.

                    I decided to be nice and mixed a nice hot cup of coffee for him and brought it to him in his office. He was on the phone when I came in but ended the call when he saw me.

                    “Yes, Lewis, I will review that proposal and get back to you. Thank you, bye,” he said, hanging up his phone and glaring at me.

                    “Hi,” I said, placing the cup of coffee on his table cautiously.

                    “You brought me coffee?” he asked as I nodded my head.

                    “You seemed to be in a vile mood, so I thought a nice hot cup of coffee might actually cheer you up,” I said as I saw a shadow of a smile form in his lips.

                    “That’s very conscientious of you,” he said, reaching for the coffee. I smiled as he placed it to his mouth, but then he paused and looked into the cup warily.

                    “Oh come on, Ryan,” I said, “I mix better coffee these days. You’ve got to start trusting me.”

                    “I do, I do,” he said, smiling, “Okay, here goes nothing.”

                    I watched as he carefully sipped the coffee – as a feeling of déjà vu came over me. He did the same the other time I brought him coffee. Why doesn’t he trust me anymore? I won’t bring him horrible coffee anymore – I’m not his enemy. He smiled at me and finished his coffee.

                    “That is actually pretty good,” he said as I grinned stupidly. Even a small compliment from him can make me feel like a school girl again. He looked up at me and grinned at me as we both grinned at each other like little fools.

                    “I better go and wash that cup,” I said, breaking the silence. I can actually stand there for hours looking at him, but I had work to do.