There is a payoff - you get to be a lot more creative than the average human being. Also, warning - unfettered cheesiness coming! (It's your own fault, you know; you seem to like flowery language. Poke. Poke.)
Heartling, nobody's perfect and storybook endings are only that. You know that, and I know that, but take it from a playwright if you'd like a third opinion - Calderon de la Barca: "What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction; and all the greatest good is small, for all life is a dream - and dreams are naught but dreams." Translated from the Spanish and embellished by yours truly.
You are brilliant, and anyone who has read anything you've written or talked to you for any length of time will agree. And you're right, it's not fair, and it's not right that you've had this Thing foisted on you, but it cannot be changed and there's no going back. I wouldn't have you any other way. This is part of who you are, now, and your friends love you not in spite of but because of the fact that this is who and what you are. You say this person is not you, that this isn't who you should be, but this is all I have ever known you to be, and I love you just the same and always will. You're a wonderful person and beautiful and I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.
Don't let this Thing blind you. Don't try to be the person you were, be the person you are now, flaws and all. The sun is rising - you can choose to face it without blinking or you can close your eyes and just bask in the light, but do try to stop looking over your shoulder at the night. You might miss the changing dawn.
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Heartling, nobody's perfect and storybook endings are only that. You know that, and I know that, but take it from a playwright if you'd like a third opinion - Calderon de la Barca:
"What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction; and all the greatest good is small, for all life is a dream - and dreams are naught but dreams." Translated from the Spanish and embellished by yours truly.
You are brilliant, and anyone who has read anything you've written or talked to you for any length of time will agree. And you're right, it's not fair, and it's not right that you've had this Thing foisted on you, but it cannot be changed and there's no going back. I wouldn't have you any other way. This is part of who you are, now, and your friends love you not in spite of but because of the fact that this is who and what you are. You say this person is not you, that this isn't who you should be, but this is all I have ever known you to be, and I love you just the same and always will. You're a wonderful person and beautiful and I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.
Don't let this Thing blind you. Don't try to be the person you were, be the person you are now, flaws and all. The sun is rising - you can choose to face it without blinking or you can close your eyes and just bask in the light, but do try to stop looking over your shoulder at the night. You might miss the changing dawn.