Suddenly, the thing I thought was making everyone happiest for me, tore it all apart. It looks like I lost something in Victoria but I know deep down it was bound to happen. If that's all it takes to be turned on, then I'd rather just walk away. But we broke the cardinal rule. Don't ditch your friends. But what if your friends are being complete jerks? What then?
I'm not going to let this new happiness slip away because of a few disapproving set of eyes. Fuck that.
ONTO THE POSITIVE
This weekend was like a chapter out of a Jane Austen novel, and more specifically a scene out of a Shakespearean play. It was all terribly dramatic. But the best part was that although we were the cause of all the drama, we stayed above it.
I lost count of all the sunsets and ocean views and light breezes and walks in gardens and through the harbor. It was flawless...
...Until we got separated momentarily.
THEN
It was a very modern balcony scene which we joked heavily about the next day.
So we got ourselves into a little bit of trouble. Anyone could have seen that coming. It could never matter anyway because of my unwavering ability to talk myself out of anything.
Overall, Victoria has left me with some great memories. And the overdue acceptance of something that makes perfect sense.
=)
No comments:
Post a Comment