There’s this something at the back of my mind that i can’t stop thinking about. It’s like you can’t believe it’s really happening, or afraid to believe it’s happening, but you want it to happen anyway. It's simply too good to be true, and you're scared to believe it, thinking someone might sntach the rug from under you anytime. But, oh , how you would love to fall for it.
Did you get my point? Of course naught, silly me. It’s like this. Do you know the story of the Ugly duckling? I hope you do.
The protagonist is, well, ugly, and has been called that since he was born. Imagine what he must have felt when he was suddenly told that he was an ugly duckling no more, but a swan, a beautiful, graceful swan, and that everybody adores him now.
Imagine what he must have thought. This is purely theoretical(and hypothetical), but he must have been afraid. Afraid to…what?
...Maybe afraid to hope that he must have really turned into a thing he can only dream of?
...Maybe scared to look at his reflection in the water for fear that he will not see the swan he was promised to look alike?
...Or maybe frightened by the idea that really wanted to believe what they were saying?
Hahaha I’m being silly. Of course you really can’t understand what i’m saying unless, like me, you’ve been told from the beginning that you’re an Ugly Duckling.
It’s impossible to put how i feel or to put the whole idea into words. It’d take a very skillful writer or a very talented poet to express this emotion, and i assure you, I’m neither of the two. :)
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