Vidal's Verse

I am still haunted by memories and feelings that should have long ago passed. The problematic curse of an almost perfect memory. Do I remember the days perfectly or do I remember her as being perfect?

These are just stories told poetically. This is a place for my words to live. Some lead good lives and others not so much. I would call these Poetic Stories. 

Fighting for Self Worth

I was once asked by a girl “Aren’t you going to fight for me?” and at that point I knew I made a mistake. I should fight for her; her boyfriend was a jerk to her constantly. He wasn’t even going to go to prom with her. I know it’s funny to reminisce about high school, but I was taught a valuable lesson I have kept with me ever since. To ask someone to fight for them is one of the most selfish things anyone can do. Its, in a way, saying you should try and win me like a prize. It was like I’m the dopey kid at a carnival being tricked out of something more than money, but love instead. A relationship with her wasn’t a prize to be won if it wasn’t the both of us fighting for it. I think her problem was that she viewed everything as a movie; it was supposed to be romantic even at the price of my feelings. The problem with movies is that they roll the credits after an hour and they aren’t real. So when I found myself in a similar situation recently I asked her “Would it help if I fought for you?” When you are smitten with someone you tend to throw all the rules out of the window, like an idiot. The good thing is she said “That would only drive me away; I would feel as if you were trying to trick me.” And it was at that moment I realized she was actually worth fighting for, even if I couldn’t. So instead of fighting for her and a movie ending we are both fighting for something more. Even if things don’t work out the way one or the other wants, in our own quiet way we are fighting for something real. And that is something worth fighting for, be it bad or good.

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