Since my last post wasn't much of a post here goes the last part of that I have written from the Tales of a Cookie Princess- Princess in my head.
'' I was once the Cookie Princess, and I no longer know what I am now. Or perhaps it is only now that I know what I am.
I am me.
I am the self proclaimed First Rose Of Winter.
I am a girl, but ultimately I am a woman.
I am strong, I am beautiful and I am not sorry for who I am.
Only for what others unknowingly make me out to be.
I had a crush on someone for a long time. Only when it became unbearable did I do something about it. Many little things that lead me nowhere but that allowed me to no confront reality. The reality that I feared was too disapointing.
After some time I did something about it, and one week later I confronted the truth, and asked a question I had been asking myself for some time : Did he like me? The answer was mixed but it did answer my question.
He did, and he had .
But he would be a priest.
He admited he would never have had the courage to ask me if I felt something for him.
I wondered if it was brave or just plain stupid.
I don't think I was either.
All I needed was closure, and above all the answer to a question that only he could answer.
It is better to have liked and lost than to never have liked at all.
I took a shot and for the first time in my life I did something real. I seperated my myth from reality, and even though it doesn't end with 'and they lived happily ever after' it's not a sad ending.
Like the prayer says 'Thy will, be done.'
'' I was once the Cookie Princess, and I no longer know what I am now. Or perhaps it is only now that I know what I am.
I am me.
I am the self proclaimed First Rose Of Winter.
I am a girl, but ultimately I am a woman.
I am strong, I am beautiful and I am not sorry for who I am.
Only for what others unknowingly make me out to be.
I had a crush on someone for a long time. Only when it became unbearable did I do something about it. Many little things that lead me nowhere but that allowed me to no confront reality. The reality that I feared was too disapointing.
After some time I did something about it, and one week later I confronted the truth, and asked a question I had been asking myself for some time : Did he like me? The answer was mixed but it did answer my question.
He did, and he had .
But he would be a priest.
He admited he would never have had the courage to ask me if I felt something for him.
I wondered if it was brave or just plain stupid.
I don't think I was either.
All I needed was closure, and above all the answer to a question that only he could answer.
It is better to have liked and lost than to never have liked at all.
I took a shot and for the first time in my life I did something real. I seperated my myth from reality, and even though it doesn't end with 'and they lived happily ever after' it's not a sad ending.
Like the prayer says 'Thy will, be done.'
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