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Jul 2020
You grow up watching romance on TV

You hear its stories in dusted books during bedtime

On the playground your games are centered around it,
whole groups of you playing to figure out what love might feel like

All of a sudden you're on your own with this girl you didn't think about yesterday but you'd swear that she's practically glowing today

You go through puberty with its awkward changes and now the attraction is for real

Your attraction changes but the stories stay the same, you know that she'll be there someday

She's the one prophesied to make everything ok

With her you can take on anything, with her life will be real good

But which one is it?

You stumble through your friends and new acquaintances with the sole goal always in mind

And isn't she kind of cute? You've never noticed it before but today you swear that you can see it, she's practically glowing

You go through a few more of those
Most reject you
Some feel right but don't work out
Some feel wrong but work for too long

You grow tired of the stories
You need to settle down
If the one doesn't come to you, you will come to her

So you go to bars, make accounts and download apps

She doesn't have to be glowing she just has to be there

Then one day you get to her

She's there and it's good and it works

You can finally settle down to live as you should, do as you're told


But the stories linger

They're showing them on TV

You read them to your children from dusted books

And you do love her but your love wasn't like the stories

And you feel happy you're sure, but what if it's not right?

Maybe it needs to be like the stories

So you divorce and split the household in two

The kids spend one week here and one week there

There are other women but they're not like the stories either

You try it all to escape the stories

Your career skyrockets

You go traveling and you meet new people

But you've never felt so lonely before

No matter where you go,
you see it on TV
And you read about it in books

Then the mother of your children stands there once again
And you didn't think about her yesterday
But you'd swear she's practically glowing today
Written by
Ollie
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   Bogdan Dragos
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