Five For Writing Pt. 2
Write Club Prompt #71
This is my punishment. I don’t know what I did but it couldn’t have been too bad. Worse crimes mean worse punishment and my punishment isn’t too bad. Still it is punishment. Forever being trapped in a world that is almost good enough. A world that almost live up to the promise. But one thing is always wrong. One small thing away from perfection. I could complain endlessly about how it is so easy on TV or how the movies promised me something different. In reality this is my life and it’s pretty good. It’s really good compared to the other options out there. But then again I am missing that one key component. The one thing that I truly desire above all else. It might not even exist. That’s my fate. To believe in the promises that were made to never be fulfilled. To pine for a perfection that is tantalizingly out of all reach.
Tonight I went on a date and the only thing I kept thinking is the waitress is so cute I should ask her out instead.