{ DownFALL of Reason }
I wrote stuff. My pen name on FictionPress is: Romantic Suicide.
It's bad.
Bad.
But, I told you already.
So, I'm posting the first one.
And to My Dismay
… I realized that you and I did not equal ‘us.’
By: Romantic Suicide
I remember the first time we met.
It seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it? Lifetimes. It was the quiet ghost of a boy, drawn within myself at the time and seeming for all the world to be some kind of blind, deaf, mute. Was it fate or some higher power that placed a poor soul like me into the hands of someone like you? Or was it something more real, a certain scientific law? You know what they say: opposites attract.
But, the only thing we attracted was disaster. Beautiful, horrible, irreversible disaster.
You recall, don’t you? Because I was so different. I was not Mary, or Jane, or Sally. But, you thought me lovely anyways. I loved you for that, don’t you know? For all those little things. After all, there was hardly anything big things between us. Just the little things. The companionable silences, the walks in the rain, the dimming down of lights, and your skin against mine.
But, looking back, the cliché was almost too obvious: it wasn’t meant to be. You had never been the type to settle down, and I was admittedly too shy about the whole affair. I don’t blame you if you resent it. It was just that, you had always been so bright. I always felt in your shadow. We were such extremes, you and I; we clashed together so violently, so suddenly, so perfectly. You were fire, and I was ice, and yet, somehow, in the wee hours of the morning, we fit together.
I remember it so clearly.
Like it was just yesterday.
That first time, when we were strangers. You had thought nothing of me before, and I had thought little of you. That first time, you intimidated me a little, when the blue fire of your eyes pierced the quiet gray of mine. I looked away first, don’t you recall? But, never could I forget. You must have come to be then. Did I frown? Forgive me, but I had never let anyone so close before, and you were so frighteningly beautiful.
Don’t pretend it was otherwise.
You were always more of a peacock than a sparrow.
But, what could I have been to you then? A sort of timid lab mouse, I suppose. There will never be anything that can change the fact that I was nothing to you that first time. Nothing at all, just the boy with the pale hair and the quiet eyes. But, I remember. I remember how you made my heart skip a beat and how my breathing quickened at your cinnamon scent.
I remember how painfully I adored you, how it killed me to wait, every night, for you, counting the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds. What a creature of whim you were. How quick to apologize for your tardiness, for your distraction. Do you recall how you used to promise to make it up to me? …When did it stop? But, never mind it. It’s all right. I’ve always known, somehow, that I was not enough for you.
But, it was all right then; it still is.
Because, at least, we were in love.
Sometimes, I think about pain, pain from our patched and broken love. I remember the first time you made me cry. They were such bitter tears. I hated you then; how I wanted to hurt you, maim in some way to ease my own hurt. I hated how indifferent you were, how unable you were to understand me.
Perhaps that was our downfall.
Do you ever lie awake a t night and wonder what it would have been like? Do you picture a different future, one that has both you and me? …No? Well, it’s only to be expected. You never really knew what you wanted, and I never said what I wanted. We have too many flaws, you and I.
Sometimes, love isn’t enough, is it?
Or is it never enough?
Do you recall?
I lay awake here, alone, thinking of you, and realizing that I can’t remember where it all fell apart.
Fin.
Oh, yeah. Personality quiz, too.
Ivy
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It's bad.
Bad.
But, I told you already.
So, I'm posting the first one.
And to My Dismay
… I realized that you and I did not equal ‘us.’
By: Romantic Suicide
I remember the first time we met.
It seems like a long time ago, doesn’t it? Lifetimes. It was the quiet ghost of a boy, drawn within myself at the time and seeming for all the world to be some kind of blind, deaf, mute. Was it fate or some higher power that placed a poor soul like me into the hands of someone like you? Or was it something more real, a certain scientific law? You know what they say: opposites attract.
But, the only thing we attracted was disaster. Beautiful, horrible, irreversible disaster.
You recall, don’t you? Because I was so different. I was not Mary, or Jane, or Sally. But, you thought me lovely anyways. I loved you for that, don’t you know? For all those little things. After all, there was hardly anything big things between us. Just the little things. The companionable silences, the walks in the rain, the dimming down of lights, and your skin against mine.
But, looking back, the cliché was almost too obvious: it wasn’t meant to be. You had never been the type to settle down, and I was admittedly too shy about the whole affair. I don’t blame you if you resent it. It was just that, you had always been so bright. I always felt in your shadow. We were such extremes, you and I; we clashed together so violently, so suddenly, so perfectly. You were fire, and I was ice, and yet, somehow, in the wee hours of the morning, we fit together.
I remember it so clearly.
Like it was just yesterday.
That first time, when we were strangers. You had thought nothing of me before, and I had thought little of you. That first time, you intimidated me a little, when the blue fire of your eyes pierced the quiet gray of mine. I looked away first, don’t you recall? But, never could I forget. You must have come to be then. Did I frown? Forgive me, but I had never let anyone so close before, and you were so frighteningly beautiful.
Don’t pretend it was otherwise.
You were always more of a peacock than a sparrow.
But, what could I have been to you then? A sort of timid lab mouse, I suppose. There will never be anything that can change the fact that I was nothing to you that first time. Nothing at all, just the boy with the pale hair and the quiet eyes. But, I remember. I remember how you made my heart skip a beat and how my breathing quickened at your cinnamon scent.
I remember how painfully I adored you, how it killed me to wait, every night, for you, counting the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds. What a creature of whim you were. How quick to apologize for your tardiness, for your distraction. Do you recall how you used to promise to make it up to me? …When did it stop? But, never mind it. It’s all right. I’ve always known, somehow, that I was not enough for you.
But, it was all right then; it still is.
Because, at least, we were in love.
Sometimes, I think about pain, pain from our patched and broken love. I remember the first time you made me cry. They were such bitter tears. I hated you then; how I wanted to hurt you, maim in some way to ease my own hurt. I hated how indifferent you were, how unable you were to understand me.
Perhaps that was our downfall.
Do you ever lie awake a t night and wonder what it would have been like? Do you picture a different future, one that has both you and me? …No? Well, it’s only to be expected. You never really knew what you wanted, and I never said what I wanted. We have too many flaws, you and I.
Sometimes, love isn’t enough, is it?
Or is it never enough?
Do you recall?
I lay awake here, alone, thinking of you, and realizing that I can’t remember where it all fell apart.
Fin.
Oh, yeah. Personality quiz, too.
Ivy
Which 'Hidden Ache' Character Are You? - With Images & 12 Results
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