Chapter 1: The Happy Days

There she is the girl of my dreams. I wish I was exaggerating, I have many wishes most of which revolve around her.
I have many issues that are expanded by her presence, If I could have one wish come true it would be to have her again.
To not be such a fuck up. To not let some guy cuck me. To not have put that rope around my neck. It was a perfect fit,
reminded me of when we used to cuddle some think death is scary. It's warm embrace welcomed me. Where do I even start.
They were what I call the happy days. The days I spent with her painted this world in the most vivid colors, filled my
heart with a rhythmic beat of emotions. I was a lonely loser desperate for any girl I could find. Until I found one who
wasn't even worthy of being just a girl. She was entitled to so much more, there's one problem she already found her
prince charming, yet to me he seemed to represent the opposite. He was controlling, borderline abusive. The way his love
flowed was like a hidden hatred like he couldn't stand to see her, and yet was too much of a low life to let her leave him.
I started to talk to her, slowly pushing the point forward that she doesn't deserve him. Even more so that he doesn't deserve
her, because while yes she was in need of someone to love. His pathetic attitude he called a life deserved no more than a
banishment from commitment. I always asked myself if I would be any better, even in that dark part of my mind I pushed
my agenda on her. I wanted to be friends I told her, that lie was bigger than the planet I share with her. In all actuality
I wanted her to be my future and an ingredient to dilute my past I regretted so persistently. We talked on and off for less
a month and my impossibility of a dream to be he lover was already coming together. She began to realize that he was as
undesirable as my personal image of him was, although they did not separate he became distant and almost knew it was coming.
until to my surprise he left her. Staying in her life like gum on a shoe but only on the side lines, because it was my turn to play.
I took my chances as if they were petty not acting on them for quite some time. I didn't want to just waste my life's work, even though
eventually all of my work was a waste. Finally on Christmas I asked her to be my one and only, she seemed to of never loved my inquisitive
attitude more in her life. She yelped a eccentric "YES" then tried to catch her breath. While I didn't show a sign of physical
weakness my heart was running a marathon.