♥ Kelsie Rene

I’m not like all the other girls. I never had a standard of meeting my prince charming, nor did I ever believe I was any kind of Cinderella. But then I read Gone with the Wind. And then I watched the movie. While Cinderella and Prince Charming had a perfect little happily ever after relationship, Scarlett and Rhett had, well, a Scarlett and Rhett relationship. And I wanted it. I wanted that iconic movie poster image, I wanted that roller coaster relationship, I wanted that big sun hat, I wanted that eighteen and a half inch waist, I wanted those green eyes, I wanted to be Scarlett. Why? Because I didn’t believe in happily ever after. Gone with the Wind was realistic, not just some fairytale in Walt Disney’s mind.I’m already like Scarlett O’Hara in so many ways. In fact, the first words of the novel are, “Scarlett O’Hara was not beautiful. But men seldom realized it when so caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were…” shes a selfish girl, her actions later on are the acting out of what goes on in my head that I wouldn’t admit. She’s not a lady, she’s independent, yet so dependent on a man to come sweep her off her feet. She likes smart, sensible men, but deep down likes the trouble makers. Her temper is short, she pouts, she’s brave when she needs to be, but never wants to be. And crying! As she said, “crying was no use unless there was a man close by from whom you wanted favors”. I’d be a fool to say I’m not just like her. And Rhett. He’s the typical guy. He knows what he wants and exactly how to get it. He’s looked at as a troublemaker by society, he’s a flirt, and for some reason, he wants Scarlett. Their friendship is violent, they fight often and she tells him many times she never wants to see him again. But she can never stay mad at him. When they’re married, they fight more, but it only seems to make him love her more. It’s the Taming if the Shrew backwards. I always had a small longing for that kind of passionate relationship, but knew if I kept finding church guys like I was supposed to, I’d never have it, which had to have been good. But then I met my own Rhett Butler, who will remain unnamed. I didn’t realize until our romantic relationship was almost over that we perfectly paralleled my favorite couple in literature. Our friendship was the same, he was so different from any guy I’d liked before. He had those sly blue eyes under his black hair that effortlessly smiled when he knew he won, which was most of the time. He always knew just what to say to make me choke on my own argument and then he’d smile. Oh I hated that smile, but I couldn’t help loving it. He was no gentleman and I was no lady. We beat each other senseless all the time, we’d play tricks on each other, when we wrestled, I’d always end up in a headlock looking right up at that crooked smile. I’d cry on him almost every time I saw him, and I cant say they were all real tears. Sometimes I just missed the embrace so I’d cry. Only when I watched the movie did I realize that I sounded exactly like Scarlett when she cried on Rhett. I’d slap him and hate him, but the next day, I’d always come running back. It was a melodramatic relationship, I’d call him by his full name like Scarlett called Rhett, we’d say things to each other that we knew we didn’t mean, both good and bad. But like Rhett, this boy was smart. He knew how to win me and he did. He had all his little tricks, but because I loved the idea of a Scarlett and Rhett relationship, I didn’t care. But then, just like Rhett, he walked right out of my life. And like Scarlett, I vowed to try again tomorrow (after all, tomorrow is another day). But when I tried again, I met an unexpected sequel that Margret Mitchell would’ve never thought up. I met prince charming. And I really detested him at first. He was too “good” and “nice” and I knew for a fact that I did not trust him. Or anyone. I thought he was just another boy. But he wasn’t. He was Brandon Council. And he showed me that while Disney fairytales and fictional novels couldn’t stand up to reality, reality stood up to be more than I’d ever imagined. I think about how stupid I was to believe that Margret Mitchell had a better idea of love than God does. Being more of a Scarlett than a Cinderella, I didn’t like the idea of having a prince charming. But now I’m in love with it.