LJ Idol Week 7--Topic: "Hope"
Oxymoron
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LJ Idol, Week Seven, on the subject of Hope. Entry entitled: Oxymoron.
Really?
That's what you're going to call me? Seriously?
How dare you. You have no idea whatsoever.
Oh, you may think you know what it's like to be me. You've sat at the singles table at weddings, same as me. Though you enjoy yourself, at the end of the evening, you realize--as I have--that although you share the experience with everyone, you truly share it with noone.
You've felt the sting of rejection, same as me--perhaps many times. You know, as I do, what it's like to have your flowers tossed aside, your letters unanswered, your advances met with a slap in the face--whether real or virtual.
You've known what it's like, same as me, to be pigeonholed as "the friend"--the one every girl is comfortable talking to, but none are willing to date. You've sat by, as I have, and listened to them ramble on about their boyfriends, wondering what to say when you can't say what you feel--that you'd trade places with him in a heartbeat.
Because of this, you think you understand. But although you've been in those shoes, you've never been *me* in those shoes.
You have no idea what it takes to be who I am.
You have no idea what it takes to continue believing that someday, it *will* be you, in the tuxedo at the head table, drinking in the toasts and savoring the first moments as husband to the one you love.
You have no idea what it takes to never stop asking the questions in spite of the constant answers of "no"--to keep the faith that at some point, the slaps to the face will turn into kisses on the cheek.
You have no idea what it takes to steadfastly hold to the truth that eventually, the one you call friend will call you something far, far deeper--and that the experience will be everything you've dreamed of and more.
In short, you have no idea what it takes to be a romantic. And I will wear *that* label proudly.
But to add that extra eight-letter word in front of it? To call me a *hopeless* romantic?
That's not only an insult, it's an oxymoron.
This has been my entry for Week Seven of LJ Idol. Thank you for listening.
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