Drabble [Blah, Old, blah blah]
Found this on my hardrive. haha. Old. Can you say old? This is SO OLD.
Once there was a girl who thought she could love.
She thought she could love
everyone as equally as the next, and maybe one day fall in love at the ripe age
of sixteen to the boy who whisked her off of her feet more times than she could
be bothered to count. And she kept waiting and waiting, waiting for that boy to
come and sweep her away into the dreamy land she had often visited with a glazed
expression. But it never happened.
Once there was a girl faced with
reality.
She'd cry into her pillow sometimes, and walked without the cheerful
euphoria that had always seemed to stick like a haze over her, and she talked in
jumbled ways that few could understand even if they cared enough to want to.
This girl had come to realize that there wasn't a prince coming for her, that
all these boys would never know her as she progressed through the days, that it
was just a comforting fantasy that she would have rather faced than the harsh
reality that had been dealt to her.
Once there was a girl who wasn't so
broken.
It took more than a summer to ease the depression of her cruel
reality; Took more than a day of nothing but sleep to heal the numbness in her
body; Took more than one ook in the mirror to realize something had changed. Her
hair was longer, and her eyes were deeper, and she didn't recognize herself in
the water stained reflective glass in front of her.
Once there was a girl who
stopped fantasizing.
She stepped outside, and looked at her surroundings
instead. She wa ssurprised, and she saw life, and laughter, and emotion, and
sorrow, and progression, and love that she no longer was looking for or needed
to help dull reality. She took the three steps down the stoop, and began to walk
away into the life which she had taken for granted in favor of dreams and
illusions. She was hesitant at first, but began to walk easily and with purpose.
She was grown up now, after all.
Once there was a girl who had matured into a
woman, and no longer needed a happily ever after.
Once there was a girl who thought she could love.
She thought she could love
everyone as equally as the next, and maybe one day fall in love at the ripe age
of sixteen to the boy who whisked her off of her feet more times than she could
be bothered to count. And she kept waiting and waiting, waiting for that boy to
come and sweep her away into the dreamy land she had often visited with a glazed
expression. But it never happened.
Once there was a girl faced with
reality.
She'd cry into her pillow sometimes, and walked without the cheerful
euphoria that had always seemed to stick like a haze over her, and she talked in
jumbled ways that few could understand even if they cared enough to want to.
This girl had come to realize that there wasn't a prince coming for her, that
all these boys would never know her as she progressed through the days, that it
was just a comforting fantasy that she would have rather faced than the harsh
reality that had been dealt to her.
Once there was a girl who wasn't so
broken.
It took more than a summer to ease the depression of her cruel
reality; Took more than a day of nothing but sleep to heal the numbness in her
body; Took more than one ook in the mirror to realize something had changed. Her
hair was longer, and her eyes were deeper, and she didn't recognize herself in
the water stained reflective glass in front of her.
Once there was a girl who
stopped fantasizing.
She stepped outside, and looked at her surroundings
instead. She wa ssurprised, and she saw life, and laughter, and emotion, and
sorrow, and progression, and love that she no longer was looking for or needed
to help dull reality. She took the three steps down the stoop, and began to walk
away into the life which she had taken for granted in favor of dreams and
illusions. She was hesitant at first, but began to walk easily and with purpose.
She was grown up now, after all.
Once there was a girl who had matured into a
woman, and no longer needed a happily ever after.