He loves her. She loves him. But something dramatic comes along and fucks it all up.
The best part about romantic stories.
I mean, what's the point of reading a perfect love story? None. That's right. It's like you're reading a children's fairytale and everything is absolutely perfect. They always find each other and live happily ever after.
Well, screw that if that's true love. I don't ever wanna fall in love.
I mean, love is not meant to be perfect. If it were, there'd be no pleasant surprises or even divorces. I certainly wouldn't want love to be perfect.
I'd want it to be as close as it could get.
The bad thing about this damsel in distress is she has no knight in shining armor to save her. And even if he could get close to my castle, I'd never give him my heart.
I'm what they call the "bitch of the film industry" to all the people I have met. Even though I've reached the tender age of 16 a couple months ago, they still classify that way.
I wasn't always that way.
Before acting caught my eye, I was a humble, down-to-earth 16-year old living in a small city in Pennsylvania, actually dreaming of a singing career. But after I got discovered, I got bitter to everyone, even my mother.
I want to change, but change has yet to find me.
See, you can tell I'm a bitch because I'm saying pretty much my motto, "Love is bullshit". I didn't originally think that either. I always wanted a boyfriend and was looking for love desperately. When fame found me, I had no time for it. I pretty much gave up on it. That's why I mope when I read romance stories.
Because I've never experienced it.
I put down my depressing love novel and press the stop button on my recent "Celebrity" cd. Man, if there was one band I loved, I loved them.
*NSYNC.
The boyhood wonder still to me. Even though they claimed to be down-to-earth, I was convinced they weren't that way in real life. That's another thing that changed when I got famous. My opinion of them changed.
I mean, I haven't actually MET them…
But I got stuck-up and snobby, very dependent on my manager and everyone that helped me and that's what made me change my mind about them.
But my chance would be coming up soon.
I had heard that the guys were coming to my first major film's debut. All my friends have called during the last few days, gasping how excited they are for me.
I'm less than ecstatic.
I mean, if I still was a teenybopper, I'd be thrilled to meet Justin Timberlake, boy wonder. But I wasn't anymore, even though I had a hidden desire to be 16.
But I wasn't allowed. I didn't allow myself.
People would think I'm crazy if they knew the fantasies I had about that 20-year old. He has the perfect girlfriend, Britney Spears, and they totally deserve each other. I remember when I was actually jealous of them.
Jealous? How could you be jealous of a couple in love?
I was. I always prayed it was me in her shoes. But then I lived up to reality, I would never have him. Especially now. I was such a bitch with a serious problem with her body. He would never accept that I was obsessed over my weight.
But I still love him.
Love? Do I really love him? That's what my mother said to me before I stopped talking to her. I still do secretly wish that he would find out about me and fall in love in a heartbeat. But truly, it is fantasy.
Only fantasy.
I just wish fantasies would come true. I prayed and wished someone would find out my talents as a singer. But no! They had to find out about my overdramatic Marilyn Monroe role I was playing in the shitty life I led in Pennsylvania.
I've had a lot of problems.
But now those problems were all behind me. I would shortly forget all of them.
And I still wish to fall in love.