I used to want to teach. Now I don't. Far too admirable a career path. I plan on selling my soul for a moderately priced apartment, a luxury car and a whole lotta marijuana. I also play the trumpet and dabble in words 'n junk.
If I had the chance to race Godzilla on four-wheelers you wouldn’t be able to fucking stop me.
The wedding of the woman I thought I would marry. She is betrothed to a man I would almost wish I could hate, but frankly I just don’t know him well enough.
I’ve ran the scenes through my head a million times. The scene where she confesses her love for me. The scene when I spill my heart back to her. The scene where she tells me this life that she’s adopted just isn’t for her. The scene when we’re happy together, in the end.
These colossal moments will only happen within the confines of my mind. There’s no fairy tale ending to this story, just two people coming together on a day that belongs to them. Two souls finding each other in this great big tidal pool that people insinuate must be life, and promising to love and care for each other until their hearts cease to beat. Neither of these people are me, and I guess that’s okay.
I could say I am jealous, but who am I kidding? That’s a lie. I know that, were those scenes were to actually ensue, I would be woefully unprepared for the emotional needs of a woman in such a sensitive position. I know that my infatuation would not be enough to quell the pain and regret that would follow her decision.
I imagined this much more poignantly in my head. This speech is meaningless, both to those who would read as well as those who know the situation. Who am I to strike happiness from the hands of someone who’s reached for it for so long? I am no one, and I don’t expect to be anything more.
‘But you never were, and you never will be mine..’
This is beautiful
thats how you make mustard gas thatll kill everyone but I too like to live dangerously
"What could be" is more powerful than "what is" or "what was."
Yet nothing stings worse than “what could have been.”