Okay. Okay, fine. Stop
yelling. I'll try harder. I haven't tried hard enough.
That's it. I'll just try harder. So he doesn't talk.
So deal with it. I'll deal with it. It's my fault, I'm
sorry. I'm sorry that him not talking bugs me so much. I'll
try harder, I promise. I won't let it bug me. I don't know
how I'll do it, but yes. I'll try.
Ever since I was a kid I dreamed that
yes, one day my prince would come. You're a kid, you're a girl,
you watch the Disney movies, this is what you dream about. And I
fantasized about my prince all the time, what he would look like, how
charming he would be. You know what the difference is between
fantasy and dreams? Fantasies don't come true. Fantasies are
what you think about when your dreams don't come true. A
consolation prize. "Well no, you actually didn't get the man
of your dreams, but here's a fantasy where you did get him. Suck
on that for awhile."
fantasies all came true, and it all sucks.
He's here. He's
here, your real-life fantasy is here.
And he doesn't talk.
enough to sink it? Did
I try hard enough to save it?
No, I didn't. I can always try harder.
Love isn't a lie, I have to believe that much. If I feel like it's a lie now, it's only because I haven't
tried to reach the truth hard enough.
Love takes work, so I will work.
I will try. I
will not be frozen in time like these Melancholy Mammoths.
want fantasies anymore. I don't want dreams.
I want reality back.
Fantasies are no basis for reality.