Twisted Love Story

Once it was simple. I found it adorable. Passing notes, secret text messages, the facade. I miss the facade. No one knew about it. Neither did we. I thought it was too late when I realized that the facade was real. I thought I lost you like I lost all of our childhood friends.

I was forced to move out of my comfort zone, to try hard to please my parents. I met new friends. I lived a new life. But always, always in the periphery of my perfect little world were the grim things that were left unsaid. On a moonlit night, I would always remember those things, memories that are bittersweet. I miss those, too.

Years passed, and you came back. I risked my new life for you. I thought you were what I needed. I would not deny I was elated at first. I thought my fairytale was coming true. You were not just my best friend anymore. You were my prince. Little by little, though, I realized why Juliet did not end up with Paris, why Bella did not choose Jacob. I thought you were my whole world. I thought you were the perfect one, but you broke my heart. You stained my trust in you. Suddenly, I don't see my prince anymore. I see a villain. I think people are right when they say your best friend would be your worst enemy.

It was tough to see my dreams crumble to dust, my heart break to a million shards. At that moment I vowed that I would never fall for you or anyone like you for that matter. I just couldn't believe when you had the element of surprise. You appeared out of thin air after years of absence. Now I'm in doubt if I would accept you again. The hardest part would be the thought of one of us being hurt. I have no intentions to lead you on, yet I do not want to lose you just like that. I don't think I want to commit to you, but the thought of seeing someone else in your arms stabs my heart. I love you, but at the same time, I don't. It's irrational and selfish. Would there ever be hope for this twisted love story of ours?