Missy's Story.

"Well 'Letters to Juliet' was awesome wasn't it?" Missy said with enthusiasm.

"Oh yes it was. I love it!" I grinned back. "It was so damn romantic..." I allowed myself to swoon.

"Yeah it was," Missy sighed and smiled.

We watched "Letters to Juliet" and it truly is an incredibly sweet and romantic story. Had me smiling all the way.

"M.G, I'd much rather think of love than my dreams and ambition," Missy told me, kicking the cobbled stone pavement before us lightly.

"Maybe love is more important to you than anything else?"

"Maybe..." we stopped walking and she fidgeted. "It's just, it's easier! Because I'd much rather dream about something that could happen instead of something that couldn't." she burst out.

"One fills you with hope, the other with despair." We continued walking.

Missy was right. The other has got to hurt more. Wanting something you cannot see any plausible way of getting to at the moment. And even if you could it just seems so far away that you wonder if you could ever make it. Add in self doubt into the mix and you've got a walloping portion of despair. I understood. And I told Missy that.

Missy acknowledged then that she thought I was right. Maybe love did mean more to her than anything. Maybe even her dreams. At the moment she cannot be entirely sure about it all, but she had a feeling it was possible. Maybe, she just wanted a place to belong.

"M.G, I just want my fairytale ending," Missy said softly.

I placed my hand on her back lightly. "I know. We all do. But I can't give it to you," "But someone will," I continued more brightly.

Missy just smiled. I know. She's heard it all before. We all have. Those trills may be true but they've become overused, repetitive and cliched.

"Who would like someone like me, M.G," she continued, even softer than before. "I'm neurotic! I've got friggin' OCD for God's sakes! I'm not the most endearing character..." she trailed off. Utter despair in her voice.

"Listen, Missy." But the truth was I didn't really know what to say. I don't have all the answers.

So I just gave her a hug.

"Missy I know you've got issues. Mademoiselle does too and she makes to cover it all up. But you both are no fools and you know what's the deal. Tell me you don't really feel all that hopeless because I know somehow you're still hoping for..." I shrugged.

"I know. But sometimes this feeling of hopelessness just washes over me and I can't see it. I just can't see the chances of it happening for me. When I really think about it. I'm just scared that all my hopes are for nothing."

"Yes, there's that." ... "But at the end of the day, you still hope. And no matter how much you may or may've doubted, you still hope. There must be a reason for that."
... "And for what it's worth, you really aren't that bad."

"You know, Mademoiselle's friend said that she needs a childish guy, someone she can look after, because she's a strong, independant girl." I smiled and looked away. "But he's wrong."

"She may be a strong willed, independant girl. But she's using up all she's got to take care of herself. She really can't afford to be taking care of another person. She needs someone who can take care of her, because in actuality, she's not one to be the caregiver. She needs to lean on someone."

I chuckled.

"But no one will ever know that. Because she's doesn't let on," I looked at Missy. "Let's hope she gets that covered eh?"

Missy has the good balance in this mix I think. She doesn't squirrel away her feelings and emotions in a cupboard and board it up. She lets it out and makes it known. Ok, fine. She's emo depressive, maybe some might say whiny and always seems forever plagued with issues and worries and she never seems to be happy. But at least she's honest about it. There's no pride in hiding your feelings away like Mademoiselle does. Sure, the world sees you differently. Probably in a much better light than Missy will be viewed, judging from the current status. But, what then?

When you think about it, what then? At the end of the day, what exactly have you achieved by doing that? You've managed to make people like you by putting on a show. So you'll be left there feeling defeated no matter what because whatever you said and did up to that point, is not a true personification of who you really are.

Whatever happened to that Dr. Seuss saying, "Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." The old man had a point there.