ULTIMATUM

I just thought, I am luckier than Sue Hubbel or Sarah Salway because I knew exactly in my twenty first years of existence that most things are better as memories than reality. It's inevitable and subjective, your mind oftentimes choose the best memories to remember or how else can I say it, our minds choose to keep memories that are clear and palatable while blur the things that are yet obscure, more.
I've given myself a short notice. It's not about the final report of our research we ought to (heck, it's been queuing in my mind, capital D for deadline!!) but it's more of an ultimatum to end my naiveness and futile dreams. I'll never be the best for J, (excuse me Sarah Salway, I'm not talking about your John, it's rather a single letter J as for 10 which is my favorite number, period) and worse, I'll never be better for him.
I've regained my writing "self" and I'm quite fond of Taylor Swift's songs nowadays too. I love the rhythm and melody in general, so much to please my sense of hearing. I sing in the tunes except for one, the White Horse song. I didn't like the melody but even then and until now, the song keeps playing in my head; I'm drowning in the tide of the lyrics.. "I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale, I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, ;lead her up the stairwell. This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse, to come around."