My Wall

Life doesn’t happen the way we all wish it to. Let me rephrase that, love doesn’t happen the way we all wish it to. We don’t have defining moments like Chuck and Blair, where we lose our inhibitions for one night, lose our virginity and spiral deeper into love season after season. We’re not all lucky like Elena to have the love of not one but two Salvatore brothers who have proven they are happy to give their lives over and over again for her. What we do have is life, it’s hard, we struggle and then we continue to breeze through it until we die. I was okay with this, well as okay as I’ll ever be, I was a hopeless romantic but I was also a realist. Which sucked. I knew when I met him he was difference, everyone says that and that they knew when they met the one that he indeed was. It’s cliché and stereotypical in these stories but mine was entirely the truth, I knew we wouldn’t work not because I was dramatic and ridden with angst but because I needed honestly and he couldn’t give it to me. Still I went with him because I couldn’t resist and I still don’t regret it. This is my story, or our story I suppose. This is us falling in love and this is us wishing we hadn’t.