Romantic Realist

Ideal love. Ideal love.
It’s does exist. It doesn’t exist.
One day
Prince Charming
will sweep me
off my feet.
Yeah, right.
It’s never
Going to happen. going to happen
there’s no such thing.
He’s out there.
No he’s not.
Everyone has a
soul mate, Soul mate?
a perfect match. A perfect match?
I’m just going
to settle for
Someone like me, someone like me.
with a great personality,
and he’ll just
know that
I’m the one. I’m the one
that is not going
to be hurt
I have been before
It’s not going
to happen again.
I’m prepared I’m prepared.
to spend the
rest of my
life with him.
Ideal love. Ideal love?
Yeah. Yeah right!

Hate is necessary in love"
When I first met him, it was our sophomore year of high school. He was a friend of a friend. She introduced us when he sat at our lunch table one day. Something about him seriously rubbed me the wrong way, I couldn't stand him. We would fight everyday that year over the stupidest little things. I hated him. So when I didn't see him for a semester, I was relieved... actually, I forgot about him.
The junior homecoming dance was the first formal dance that I had ever gone to. I felt beautiful in my black gown and shoes that looked like glass slippers. I went with three of my best friends and we knew we were going to have the time of our lives. But as soon as I walked in the door, I spotted him on the dance floor. Since my group had to walk by him in order to get to our table, I decided to be polite and wave at him. As my friends and I walked around the gym, seeing who all was there, we ended up passing him three times until we stopped to talk to him. He looked right at me with a puzzled look on his face.
"Are you who I think you are?" He has waved back at me each time, so I was surprised that he asked.
"Who do you think I am?" I was curious to hear his answer.
"Sarah?" He looked me up and down. "You are hot! Do you want to dance with me?" I couldn't help but laugh. We ended up talking for a while, then I had to leave.
The second semester of our junior year, I walked into my new history class to find him in there. I could have screamed as my memories of him before homecoming had came back to me. But as he spoke to me, something seemed different. We didn't yell, we talked, I mean really talked, civily, for the first time.
I started to talk to him everyday. And as our friendship grew, we started having lunch together and spending our weekends together. Over time, I developed a crush one him. I didn't know how to tell him after how mean I had been to him in the past. One day I found the courage, but he beat me to it. We've been dating ever since. As I look at my promise ring and the plans for our future that we have made, I can't help but see about the sophomore guy that I couldn't stand that had become my soulmate.