I viewed love as only in movies. A fantasy that never came true. Where Romeo and Juliet fall in love at first sight or Cinderella, a slave to her evil step-mother and two ugly step sisters wins the heart of the prince Charming, notoriously famous for his charming looks as well as wealth. Growing up I wasn't the kind of girl that played with Barbies and fantasies about princesses and prince and all that lovie dovie garbage. And I never really liked Taylor Swift and Justin Douche bag (You see I'm not a big fan of him) but more of the 80s with people playing actual instruments and you required talent. Call me old fashioned, even though I wasn't alive anywhere near the era but I guess some people can call me unique for that factor. Now why am I telling you all of this? Well two reasons: one because it helps you get to know me a little, and two it was how I met him. Now even though I explained in the beginning about Romeo and Juliet, and Cinderella and Prince Charming this is not how this story goes. And it's not some teen chick-flick where they have a fight and the boy runs up and kisses her in the rain? I still don't know how that story goes, but that's irrelevant to the story. The point is that it's not cliché story. And there's no fireworks when they kiss and a random dance number after that, which by the way is totally not rehearsed. Everyone just randomly improvises the exact same moves and knows how to do those bloody cartwheel flips!!! Sorry getting distracted, back to story. I don't know where to start. You, the reader would suspect that I, the narrator and main character of this story would know where to start with a significant event but I don't have one. I don't have enough time to tell you my life story and your attention span is probably pretty low right now as I just blabbering onto a piece of paper so how about to the beginning of university, where I first saw him.
I had just finished high school with high achievements and was receiving multiple scholarships to Harvard, Yale, and all those types of schools. Just clarifying I'm not bragging, I need to tell you this as it's involved in the plot of this story. I was having a hard time deciding which school to go to. I was invited to multiple but I didn't know which one would suit me, future wise. Everyone expects you to know what you want your future to look like when you're in university. What profession you want to dedicate your life to, what classes you want to take, even how many children you want! I still haven't had my first kiss, and I'm meant to decide that how many children my imaginary, perfect, supporting husband and I am going to have?!? Forget that crap! On Valentine's day I am going be at home in my pyjamas, a single pringle with a bunch of expensive, garbage chocolate because it's Valentine's day and all the bloody sweets go skyrocketing faster than I can still get over the bankruptcy called Christmas. We all know it, we just don't admit it. The only good thing about Valentine's Day when being a single pringle is when Valentine's Day is over. Seriously. The chocolates go hella cheap. From $ 100,000,000 and your soul to $0.25 to $2.50! Bargain! One night without a boyfriend watching movies with notoriously (HOT) famous actors kiss over and over and over again while I wonder if I will die alone for that kind of reward! Deal. Any day I would do that, mark my words. Sorry I get off topic often so don't mind me. Even though people thought I knew everything that there is to know in this universe, I didn't. I didn't know what job to get or what my future would hold for me. Seeing everyone around me stating how they knew what their future held for them it made me scared. What if I would never know? If I just spend my pathetic, meaningless life asking "Would you like fries with that?" along with no-one at night to come home to and cuddle and to talk with whenever I had these doubts come into my head. But it's just me, my thoughts, these pieces of paper and these empty chocolate containers from last Valentine's Day. As well as everyone knowing what their profession in life will be, there are all getting bloody boyfriends and girlfriends! Like Jacob you said in Year 2 Jasmine had cooties and now you're sucking her face like a vacuum. Even my friends, Ruby and John have boyfriends! I congratulate both of them on getting boyfriends and if they both got married I would applaud them down the aisle, I'll even bring a commemorative party popper to pop when the minister says " I pronounce you Husband and Wife" or "Husband and Husband" or "Wife and Wife" there is no hateful LGBT shaming here. But whenever I see John with his boyfriend Louis, by the way lovely man have nothing against him kissing and doing that "Honey..." "Sugar" crap, it reminds me of when John and I were in kindergarten playing on the monkey bars. So innocent and sweet and now he's grown up dating and in a wonderful relationship it makes me feel like I need to feel that empty void of love that I have ignored and rejected for all these years. Even though there are more boys than girls at my high school I never seem to get an invite to the dance or a Valentine's card from the mysterious person. The only time I got one of these was when my mum wrote it for me and gave it to my teacher to put in my Valentine's box because I cried every year when everyone got one except me. But as the years went by my passion for knowledge grew strong then a cheap $1 card from a dollar shop and a $0.25 piece of caramel chocolate that gets stuck in your teeth for months on end. And the concept of love through these years turned into cheesy love movies that are in the cashier line at a warehouse with all the garbage cheap toys sold at ridiculous prices and magazines about "the latest butt implant" that some attention seeking celebrity posted to get some dumb media critic to obsessively write about it or "how I lost 50kg or how to lose weight without exercise with this one trick." So I guess I didn't play the game of love right or start early enough to be like everyone else that I grew up with through the years. But now I have all these choices and I have to pick one before the new semester starts.
