If Love is the End all be all,

Then I guess I'm missing out.

But I suppose it's better to be single,

than to end up with a lout.

And I guess, this isn't the fairytale I expected,

but I guess I'm to young to know better.

But I want to know, I want to learn.

I want to be someone's one and only.

Maybe the problem's me.

Maybe the problem's them.

Maybe we're all too weird.

Maybe we're all too normal.

Maybe we dream too much.

Maybe we don't trust love like we should.

But why can't we be them,

you know exactly who I mean.

Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy

Emma and Mr. Knightley

Beatrice and Benedict

Hermia and Lysander

What makes their live so perfect?

Does tha kind of love only exist in books?

Am I supposed to settle for less?

For nothing?

Or am I supposed to wait?

And become disappointed?

Are any men like the ones in print?

Must I dream,

Can I never attain?

Am I not the heroine of this story?

Am I the best friend?

Am I the cousin?

Am I the fool?

The mentor?

The minor side character with a small subplot?

The one with no subplot?

The henchman?

The villain?

How vile it would be to be the villain in our own story.

How true it would be as well.

Can a villain receive love?

Perhaps, but perhaps not.