Fairytale Tragedy

The flowers bloom like the sun. It shine through my eyes. It was like the fairytale tragedy happen last summer.

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"It wasn't destiny that lead us here" I said to him.

"Maybe." he answered. 

Such a man with one word.

I look into his brown eyes. He is really handsome. His tan skin look perfect on him. The wind blown his unusual prim hair. The moment is really perfect. The sun just set. I known he loved it. He always tell my how he adore the sun. I really like him, but we aren't meant to be. He's the man all woman swoon over. 

It's ironic how he loved the sun and how I adore the moon. He loved the light and how I loved to be in the dark. We are totally opposite. 

Opposite attracts-- they tend to tell me that I am too crazy to invest feelings to that kind of man. The man who makes my knees jelly. The man who I beg time.

He is my prince . The prince riding in a white horse ,but I am not a princess. I don't like fairytales. I don't like this feeling.  The feeling of weakness. The love that I feel for him makes me weak ,but still I continue to become weak. 

I hear something and I look behind me.

The princess is here. Now, the pleasant have to leave. 

The princess is here to claim her prince 

This is a fairytale tragedy. 

I walk away from them, maybe his my sun , but his not my star that light my dark times. 

I am the moon with no stars.

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mj