Jun 01, 2004 19:01
Maritza told me something during one of our breaks that caught me off guard. She knows about my ill-fated pursuit of Kelly, my complicated attraction to the Raven. She told me that this cruise was going to be the last time I'd have the chance to ask her to dance. I'd flirted with the idea at Homecoming and Prom, but never carried through. I didn't know why at the time, but it made sense that night.
The basis of my attraction to Kelly is convenience more than anything. Don't get me wrong, she's a great girl, wild and pretty as they come, smart as a whip, and sweeter than wine. She's just too...provincial for me. She's small town, heart of the country, traditional family and quiet life. I want something more than that. She's just the closest thing in my life to a possible love interest and that's what sustained the attraction. Through our dialogues in the past, I've learned that Kelly and I are both looking for true love, undying love. That's a noble, yet lofty aspiration, but not something one can find in Carlisle.
I wish her well, this coarse raven haired beauty whom I've admired since the first. When I cast my friends into the roles of Oz, combining Wicked and the Wizard of Oz, Kelly was the Wicked Witch of the West. Lauren was the Wicked Witch of the East. Knowing how it's turned out in the end makes it readily apparent what role I play. Those of you familiar with the story will know who. To the rest, it simply doesn't matter.
Respectfully Submitted,
Art