The rollercoaster called love

I waited all day, I waited all night, weeks, months, years, even decades. I think even in previous lives I waited centuries just to get a glimpse of it. But today I only waited hours in the flustering line clustered with people waiting to ride the ride. Someone asked if the waiting was almost over, I asked if the wait was worth the ride, then I heard the ride approaching and I knew I was finally at the front of the line. People came screaming off the ride, “It’s the best I ever had!” as the ride halts before my eyes, my stomach started twisting in knots as I stepped aboard the rollercoaster called love. It began to slowly take off then it started to climb - up, up, up it went into the sky. I was up so high I thought I was going to die. Then when I thought the rollercoaster was going to come steeply speeding down, it just went straight cruising along the skyline.

I was up there with all the stars and on a summer night they are really nice but to be honest the stars weren’t as bright as they were when I watched them from below. Up and close they are dull, full of dust, covered in lust. They lost their shine, it didn’t make me want to be their mine, and they weren’t even kind. Everyone seemed to be impressed but I was distressed! The ride was more than one night and I wasn’t having fun - I just wanted to get off the ride but it wasn’t ending. The ride continued to go in a straight horizontal line, there were no twists, no thrills, no down falls, it was just a boring ride. I thought this was going to be like the movies when they go on a magic carpet ride, when the boy kisses the girl and sparks fly, when they close their eyes and hold each other’s hands because the ride is a scary bumpy life full of twists and sharp curves.

But no, this wasn’t like that. There was no magic, there were no kisses, and there was no element of surprise. The ride was socially awkward. And when it finally came to an end I cried. To have waited this long for such a disappointment, how could you not cry? I waited all day, I waited all night, weeks, months, years, even decades. And when I finally got to the front of the line and got in, and then came out, I realized I was in line to a whore house this whole time. This is love? I rather die, so this is my goodbye.