Liar, Liar

Remember those fairy tales you read when you were little? About the prince and the princess who went through all the crap and managed to find each other in the end and live happily ever after?

It's a lie.

The whole bleeding thing...the entire lot of them...all lies. In the real world, the prince and the princess go through all the crap and then hurt each other and walk out of each other's lives. It's what we do best as people.

We run.

It's so much easier. Run in the other direction, lock yourself in a room with the curtains drawn.

Darkness is always comforting.

In fairy tales, darkness is evil and cold. In the real world, darkness is solace and comfort. It's your safety net. No one lies to you in the dark. No one sees tears or pain. It's all good.

They're all liars.

They make you believe that true love is worth everything in the end. They lied. All of them. In the end the only thing you have is a goodbye note in one hand and your hospital bills in the other.

And yet, we're fools.

We convince ourselves that it will never happen again, that it's impossible for it to happen again. But Cupid is a sly, cunning and ruthless predator. Just the slightest slip, a pause for rest even, and he'll strike.

Stupid little winged arrow-shooting sadist.