The cape had to come off at one point

Why be capable of feelings if we're not to have them?
Why long for things if they're not meant to be ours?
-Isolde-
-Tristan and Isolde-


They shared a moment. But just because they had that doesn't mean it was real. It could very well be the product of his overactive imagination. He had to dig deeper. He had to know.

He wanted to believe in something, anything. He wanted to feel like he was not entirely void. He had to let her in.

Almost instantly that tiny ball of hope started to spread like bushfire, fast and without mercy all over his exhausted body. He chewed on his lower lips.

He dared take the chance. But this sudden revived hope was somehow dashed and the pain he would have to endure wouldn’t be bearable.

He wasn't asking for anything beyond the moment. He knew it won’t be perfect. First times are far from perfect. But really, it’s not about being perfect is it? It’s about expressing something between two people. Perfect happens sometime later when you are completely comfortable with each other.

The worse part is, he had known all along they'd been a lie, and while he had honestly tried to resist her at first, ultimately he had failed. Failed her, failed himself. And this scratched at his still bleeding heart and he almost broke down then and there.

He wanted nothing more at this point than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

This is what he gets for believing.

Cutting himself off from his own feelings isn't the answer to healing himself. But this is the road he choses to take. It's easier not to look it when he's trying his damnest not to feel it. He's fine. Disappointed, but fine. The hardest part was how quickly he had to move on.

So after all that's been, he said good night and closed his eyes.

He'll be fine, he had to be.

So Much

"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."
- Dream, Neil Gaiman's The Sandman

He's always given up things he so wants for your happiness. Then again, it's not as if they were ever his. How do you give up things that are never yours anyway? And he doesn't even think they wanted him. More often than not, they never do. So go ahead, have your fill.

Until her.

You're the one who said that this is his life and he is allowed to be a little bit selfish sometimes. So, do you love her? He's not exactly sure if he loves her but he's definitely into her. Because he thinks he could, love her. he thinks he does.

He's been looking all his life and she is the best thing that he has found by far. And maybe if he actually did care, he actually took a chance, something good might happen. And for once in his life he might not walk away. He might even want to say, "This is mine. I did this." After all, despite the evident impossibility, he still wants to believe that maybe, just maybe the gods of fate could tweak his destiny.

He cannot take this away from you. He is not asking you to give it to him either. You cannot make it happen for neither of you. You just have to let it on its own.

Struck

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.
--H. L. Mencken

He was ok with the attention until it got a tad overwhelming. He can't go anywhere without being trailed. Shaking hands, kissing babies it was getting out of hand.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Envisioned the sunset from his backyard listening closely to the deafening silence. Ahhhh, simpler times.

A shrill voice interrupts his daydreaming. Might as well get used to this and take advantage. If someone was following you around like a puppy, what else can you do but yell "Fetch!"

Sure it's cruel, but the situation left him no choice. He can go back to the way things used to be. He'd like that. He just wanted to be left alone.

And it would've been that easy. Only if the person didn't mean that much to him.

Ahhhh, screw it!

Blind Foresight

Just because they're meant to be together doesn't mean that they're gonna be together.

She wanted a perfect ending. Now she's learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it. Delicious Ambiguity. Besides, even if she knew that eventually it was gonna end, it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the ride right?

That's just not good enough.

He will wait a hundred years for her if he knew she's gonna be with him in the end but he cannot go back to not knowing. Her "I don't know" just won't cut it anymore