From Fanny To Ego

I sent this to my Writers Block group but I'd like to share this with you. :)
Fanny:

Once I heard you say you love me. We never get along well. You were the nerd, I was the campus queen. Any romantic notions between us is definitely out of the question. We can't be together except as eternal enemies. You keep on pissing me off with your nonsense jokes. You tease me as if there is an invisible placard above my head that says, "piss me off!"

You are not my ideal guy and for me, you're the bane of my existence. You're the Editor in Chief while I'm the captain of the cheering squad. You love reading fantasy, I love reality. You and I are two sides of one coin. Together, but completely different. I can't imagine my life with you except a very complicated one.

My grandmother once predicted that on my fifteenth birthday, I will meet the man destined to be mine forever. There would be three signs: a ballerina, a white rose and a poem. I never believed her until you gave me the music box on my birthday. It was a ballerina dancing on top. I was mad at you. Why does it have to be you? All you did was ruin my day everyday. I can't let you ruin my life forever. I had to hate you completely.

When you said you love me, you were nice then. I wanted to believe you but I realized you also belong to the theater guild. For all I know, you are acting out in front of me. If I can only murder you right there and then, I would. Because it was Valentines day and you gave me a white rose. A ballerina, a white rose...two out of three signs as my grandmother had predicted. I wanted to scream.

Then three of our notorious classmates came and handcuffed us together. You protected me then but I tried to ignore the wonderful feeling of being safe in your arms. I wanted to get as far away from you as possible. But the handcuffs held me back. I was stuck with you.

Before I knew it, we were whisked at a booth. It was a wedding booth. We had a mock wedding and you kissed me despite my frantic cries. I wanted to believe you, I wanted to try. But I can't. So I told you I hate you with every breath that I have. The light died from your eyes. I didn't mean to snap at you but you gave me no choice. I don't want to end up with you.

A few months before our high school graduation, I heard about your new girl. She was very kind and sweet. Everything I can never be. I will not admit that somehow, it broke my heart. You were destined to be mine and yet,you found another girl to love. I'm the only one to blame. Three days later, the final issue of our school paper came. Everyone was curious about the Editor's note. Everyone expected you to write about your new girl. But you wrote a poem instead. I knew it was for me. You were saying goodbye to your feelings for me. My heart died that day.

A ballerina, a white rose and a poem. Three signs were there. All the ingredients are complete for me to be with the man destined to be mine. All, except you. Because you have given up on me. Because I pushed you away.