I'm offering you something good; I shouldn't have to chase you around.
That was it, the best way he could put it. The pen lingered on the period, darkening it, giving it emphasis. But it was the first line, where could he go from there? Where is there to go? A proposition made, a proposition disregarded. If he could do it all over again he wouldn't do it at all, but now that he'd done it he couldn't stop doing it.
I just want you to undress, because you wear the things that weigh you down.
It sounded like something he had actually said to her, a witty remark that somehow escaped his lips before escaping his pen. Something she might have heard and smiled, shaking her head before changing the subject or leaving the room. It was a remark that hid behind the smirk, while the smirk hid the insecurity.
You're turning around and around; are you chasing your fairy tale?
It was the least painful hypothesis he could make. Blame it on Cinderella and Snow White. Blame Disney. Blame romantic-comedies. Blame Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. Blame "The Notebook." Blame Nicholas Sparks.
I know a bit bout chasing things; I hope you're not afraid to fail.
That was the irony of it all, he was chasing an idea and she was chasing an ideal. The two things were mutually exclusive and, on there own, virtually impossible.
And it's all on your sleeve, everything except your heart.
It's all on your sleeve, everything except your heart.
But I won't be the last one standing.
I won't be the last one there.
I won't be the last one standing.
I'd rather walk than stand and stare.
1 comments:
Ooo Marco, that was great.
I'd love this line: "That was the irony of it all, he was chasing an idea and she was chasing an ideal. The two things were mutually exclusive and, on there own, virtually impossible."
That's brilliant.
Megan
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