glamerdork

Once upon a time in a far off land there was a pansexual girl in a monogomous relationship with a male magician who lived in a world of illusion and frustration. She was 19, he was 24. They both did their best to hide their true selves through the mask of a performer. She had trust issues, he wanted to be trusted. They seemed awful for each other in every last way possible, except sometimes when they were together it just felt right. Unfortunately, as the relationship progressed those moments were coming far and few between, and she was forgetting why she was in the relationship in the first place. She wondered if the relationship was failing because she truely liked women, or if it was just failing because the two people involved were not meant to be together. But she knew one thing for sure, there were times when she just wanted out. Then there was the woman (age unknown, probably around 23-25) who she had grown madly infatuated with. This woman far surpassed all others in being truely the most amazing human being on earth as far as the pansexual girl's ranking system went. She looked at this woman and could imagine doing all the things she did with her boyfriend at the current time, but actually enjoying doing them because there would be that connection, that understanding that wasn't there in her present relationship. She closed her eyes and felt her arms wrapped around the womans form, her fingertips gently running over the side of her soft face. Everytime the girl saw the woman, she found herself speechless. She tried to be mature about it all because she was no longer at the age where these school girl crushes are allowed. The woman occasionally complimented her on something she wore or the color of her hair, but the only words towards a conversation that could escape from the girls pink mouth were "thanks" or "thank you." She longed to spend hours talking to the woman who was the epitome of human beauty, if hearts could be made of gold the girl was sure the womans would be 24k. But she couldn't act on these feelings for many reasons, number one being that she was dating a boy. A 24 year old boy who she was nearly fed up with by this time. Of course in her mental anguish she found herself alone in the hallway with the woman for a brief encounter after the woman had complimented an article of clothing the girl had on moments prior. As the girl headed across the hall, the woman jokingly said to her, "got anything to do friday night?" and in the girl's slow comprehension she turned to the woman and said "huh?" and the woman did not seem to want to extend the invitation. She laughed it off and continued to walk on to do whatever she had to do, and the girl did the same, quickly kicking herself for being so incredibly stupid. She reasoned with herself that it wouldn't have mattered if she had got the questions connotation correct the first time because she would have had to inform the woman that she was dating a man and it would have just gotten awkward. The girl isn't sure the woman knows she is pansexual and not totally gay, she isn't even sure if the woman is totally gay or if she is queer or whatnot. She knows it doesn't matter at this point because this is one of those things that just cannot be. But she is so tempted to break up with the boy who taught her a lot about herself and run into the sweet sweet arms of someone she's wanted for the longest time.

*fairytale, to be continued?*