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It’s Not You, Its Me
 

Once upon a time there lived a prince and a princess who were completely in love. But this isn’t like most fairytales, so they weren’t blonde haired, blue-eyed clichés – but real people with fading dyed hair, bitten nails and denim jeans.
”I’m sorry”, she said. And she rolled into her speech that she had practiced so many times before. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, she did, it was just that she didn’t know it yet, and she wasn’t going to stick around longer to find out. He, on the other side of the room sat there and listened. They had warned him about her – how she could never stay in one place too long. He sighed and looked her, the soft falling hair, the smooth liquid skin and those lips. God, those lips! The lips that said everything, without making a sound, the lips that curved into that smile, the lips that pouted every time it didn’t get its way and the lips that he used to taste. How was he going to get over her? How could he? Just look at her
And then the words came, the words that seemed so unreal, like a badly rehearsed play, tumbling out of her mouth. He listened but he didn’t understand, it was like he wasn’t even there. Like he was watching from the other side. Conversations from before started flooding into his head, advice from friends, warning him about what he was getting himself into. And all along he had known that he was going to lose her, he had known it would have ended up like this. But that was the chance he was willing to take. He wanted to find out what it was like to hold her hand, to make her laugh and now that he did, it was worth it, even at the final moments.
”Here we go again.” she thought to herself. “I’m the bad guy; I’ve become the insensitive jerk again. What is up with that? In the movies, it’s always the guys, you know, the heartless bastards who cheat on their seemingly perfect innocent girlfriends. How did I end up the bad guy? I didn’t want it to end up like this; if I could, I’d write it out as a never ending fairytale romance. But that was not reality now was it? In reality, the prince got moody, the princess got frisky and the castle started to get old.”
”Promise we’ll always be friends?” she asked meekly. “Yeah right. Friends” he replied, his answer laced with sarcasm, which made her wince and bite her lip. Seeing her reaction he immediately regretted it. “You know why I did it right?” she asked to make sure. “Yeah, sure, I guess I understand”, and with that he stuffed his hands into his pockets, closed the door and rested his head against the cool surface of the door. On the other side the girl stood, stunned that it was all over. It felt weird and sad at the same time. He wasn’t hers anymore. Breathing deeply she leaned against the door for support.
After a few minutes, on both sides of the door, the floor was wet.

Happily ever after.