Two Hundred and Ninth Position ]Audio[
If you consider yourself unlucky in love. Think again. It is pleasant to know that after everything you went through for the man you love, he returns your feelings, off we ride into our happy ever after in his kingdom. What a better ending than becoming Mytho's Princess? Then this City tears me from his arms, cages me away from him.
This City brings him from the past, heartless, and staring me with a blank look in his eyes as he repeats he loves me because I told him to. He leaves and my heart aches at his absence, even though it hurt worse to see him as a puppet directed by my strings.
There's the best part to come, indeed the plot thickens and how. My Prince returns to me, with his full heart and his love, he proposes and we marry because I would never deny him, then he leaves me months after that. He leaves and returns without memory of being here to propose marriage again, to celebrate another wedding, to depart in the same manner.
[Her voice turns sharper in her bitterness, she laughs to choke up the sobs.]
I lost the two wedding bands, the two engagement rings and the reminder how this place taunts and baits me with a happily ever after that won't come: how it rewinds and repeats again in a cycle that only fills me with an uncontrollable pain and anger. Maybe I do deserve it because someone like me couldn't have been the Prince's true love. It's just like my "Father" said, I was simply not born to love and be loved by anyone; I thought I had challenged that Fate.
Love hurts the most when your heart is tainted like mine, even joy and happiness are shadowed by despair. Hmpf. I loathe this month and this curse. I want to come back, but I don't want to leave my friends. Why I can't have both?
FML.
This City brings him from the past, heartless, and staring me with a blank look in his eyes as he repeats he loves me because I told him to. He leaves and my heart aches at his absence, even though it hurt worse to see him as a puppet directed by my strings.
There's the best part to come, indeed the plot thickens and how. My Prince returns to me, with his full heart and his love, he proposes and we marry because I would never deny him, then he leaves me months after that. He leaves and returns without memory of being here to propose marriage again, to celebrate another wedding, to depart in the same manner.
[Her voice turns sharper in her bitterness, she laughs to choke up the sobs.]
I lost the two wedding bands, the two engagement rings and the reminder how this place taunts and baits me with a happily ever after that won't come: how it rewinds and repeats again in a cycle that only fills me with an uncontrollable pain and anger. Maybe I do deserve it because someone like me couldn't have been the Prince's true love. It's just like my "Father" said, I was simply not born to love and be loved by anyone; I thought I had challenged that Fate.
Love hurts the most when your heart is tainted like mine, even joy and happiness are shadowed by despair. Hmpf. I loathe this month and this curse. I want to come back, but I don't want to leave my friends. Why I can't have both?
FML.