Miss Cockblock
Miss Cockblock
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Dork. Weirdo. Akward. Nerdy. Cute. Clumsy. Socially inept. Dreamer. Passionate. Scared. Watch my fake smiles. Blog remade.



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I want to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a sweet but lonely girl, dreaming about finding love, true love, her soul mate who she has been waiting for all of her life.

One day she saw a knight in shining armor and couldn’t help trying to know more about him, since she found herself incredibly attracted by him.

Somehow, she catched his interest, so, little by little, he disarmed, showing he was the Prince, indeed.

That girl couldn’t be happier: the Prince was in love with her! He would have not revealed himself to her if he didn’t feel that way.

Suddenly, he withdrew himself from her life, leaving her disoriented, confused and hurt.

She knew he showed his regal clothes to other girls, so one day she confronted him publicly, in tears.

His reply was that he had no romantic interest in her and that it was totally normal for him revealing him majesty to all the girls he knew, because he did it friendly, with no second intention.

She decided to go on, and leave him behind. Or try to. It was so hard.

Not much time later, she discovered on pure coincidence that the Prince picked one of those girls as his companion and realized he used her and all those other girls to to choose the one for him… and since she undercovered him, he had the nerve to deny to everyone what he once felt for her, in order to still be able to have some chances with the others…

The end.



“Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.”

Iain Thomas