Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess, who lived in an enchanted kingdom. The princess needed rescuing, so imagine her delight, when a knight in shining armor rescued her. The knight turned out to be a prince, and her one true love. So after they shared true love's first kiss, they married and lived happily ever after… the end.
That right there, is why girls grow up with a skewed view on how love and relationships should go. Real life isn’t such a fairytale. There is no such thing as 'happily ever after,' and even if you think you get your ‘happily ever after,’ it doesn't all end at ‘the end.’ Not for me at least. My dating life is more of a horror flick than a fairytale story.
You know in those horror movies, when the girl hears a noise in the basement. Instead of going for help, she wanders slowly into the dark basement, wearing nothing more than a tank top and panties, and holding absolutely nothing in her hands. She feels her way blindly through the dark shouting, “hello… who's there?” All the while we’re watching, knowing exactly who’s there and we are shouting at the T.V, “what are you doing? Don’t go in there! For goodness sakes, pick up a knife or something girl!”
She’s completely vulnerable, in her lingerie with absolutely nothing to protect herself with, staring blindly in the dark… walking towards her inevitable death.
Well that’s me. That’s my love story. Though, I’m not so blind. I know exactly what I’m walking towards. I’m very aware of how vulnerable I am in my underwear with no weapon to protect me. But I keep walking, because I’m ‘that’ girl. The idiot in the horror movie, that likes to pretend she’s a princess in a fairytale.
V is still around, still in my life, still waiting for me in the dark basement. I know it can only end badly with him, and yet I keep going. Just like the girl in the horror movie. The problem is, I enjoy being around him so much, and talking to him, and even thinking about him. I just can’t get enough of the man, and yet, I know he doesn’t feel the same. Don’t get me wrong, I know he likes me. In fact, I know he likes me more than he would care to admit. He does care about me, as much as he might wish he didn’t. But I know he doesn’t care about me as much as I would like him to.
Perhaps V is the monster in my fairytale, and my knight in shining armor will come and rescue me eventually. But as twisted as this sounds, right now, I would rather be slaughtered by V in ‘our’ horror flick, than be rescued from V in someone else's fairytale. Right now, V is the only one that I want, even if it does mean inevitable tragedy for me.
Next month, I will be moving to Florida. Things are moving forward for me, and I couldn’t be happier. Things will have to end, for good, with V. As sad as that makes me, it really is for the best. Perhaps a move to another State is exactly what I need. Get me out of the basement, out of the same house. Maybe then I will be safe. Let’s just hope my demons don’t follow me, and my knight in shining armor knows where to find me. Wish me luck… because I definitely need it.