So, I suppose many of you are wondering exactly why I reference Amontillado, an Italian dessert wine with a sweet aftertaste. Well the reason is, if any of you have read Poe's short story, "Cask of Amontillado," you will understand my reasoning of the recent events.
Back before the summer began, I went through an emo period when my first serious love ended her relationship with me. I was emotionally bankrupt for a good few days, but I fought through it, and by and by I got a little better, day by day. Of course she brushed it off like it was nothing to her, and that just made the advancements I had made each day seem like nothing but a wet match at the bottom of a lake.
She moved on to one of my friends and had a relationship that seemed like it would never end, like it was nearly perfect in all ways and that the two of them would remain in both physical and emotional harmony for all of eternity...or at least as far as crummy high-school relationships will go.
And as much as it hurt me on the inside, to know that she had not only taken my heart(which I worked day and night to get back), but had also taken a friend with her, I still cared enough to think that even though her rocky, drug-ridden past was still carved in stone, that maybe she had settled down far better than she had faired with me, a straight-edge teenager as well, mind you.
However there is a God of some sort, I believe. An issue erupted between the two of them, and my friend came to me, in an emotionally unstable phase, with need for advice in both novels and encyclopedias. Of course I was glad to help him, but lo, if I did I would somehow aid the carniverous one that took part of me with her when she so dutifully left me, without sob or tear, for my friend, whom she talked to much before we had broken up.
"When Fortunato ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge." In one way, I did the very same. When the issue was made noticeable to my friend, I told him, "You need to pick. Staying with the loved one could teach the opposite of what you hope for; she may think that if she can get away with what she has done now, she can in the future. She kept it a secret from you, hoping you wouldn't find out. But you've caught her in the act, and she hopes that you'll cave first, dear friend."
He took my advice, and ended the relationship; cut the cord, so to speak. It was not all a quest for revenge, as one would think. It was for the better, which was one of my main goals. But I did realize, through all of it, that I had also solved my deepest innermost issue and quest: for revenge. I had finally caused the grief upon her that she had cast upon me in June, and now I feel as if maybe she understands how it feels, for love to backfire in the face, and just turn around and leave, through a door that has no entrance, and an exit that comes out in another world.
Back before the summer began, I went through an emo period when my first serious love ended her relationship with me. I was emotionally bankrupt for a good few days, but I fought through it, and by and by I got a little better, day by day. Of course she brushed it off like it was nothing to her, and that just made the advancements I had made each day seem like nothing but a wet match at the bottom of a lake.
She moved on to one of my friends and had a relationship that seemed like it would never end, like it was nearly perfect in all ways and that the two of them would remain in both physical and emotional harmony for all of eternity...or at least as far as crummy high-school relationships will go.
And as much as it hurt me on the inside, to know that she had not only taken my heart(which I worked day and night to get back), but had also taken a friend with her, I still cared enough to think that even though her rocky, drug-ridden past was still carved in stone, that maybe she had settled down far better than she had faired with me, a straight-edge teenager as well, mind you.
However there is a God of some sort, I believe. An issue erupted between the two of them, and my friend came to me, in an emotionally unstable phase, with need for advice in both novels and encyclopedias. Of course I was glad to help him, but lo, if I did I would somehow aid the carniverous one that took part of me with her when she so dutifully left me, without sob or tear, for my friend, whom she talked to much before we had broken up.
"When Fortunato ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge." In one way, I did the very same. When the issue was made noticeable to my friend, I told him, "You need to pick. Staying with the loved one could teach the opposite of what you hope for; she may think that if she can get away with what she has done now, she can in the future. She kept it a secret from you, hoping you wouldn't find out. But you've caught her in the act, and she hopes that you'll cave first, dear friend."
He took my advice, and ended the relationship; cut the cord, so to speak. It was not all a quest for revenge, as one would think. It was for the better, which was one of my main goals. But I did realize, through all of it, that I had also solved my deepest innermost issue and quest: for revenge. I had finally caused the grief upon her that she had cast upon me in June, and now I feel as if maybe she understands how it feels, for love to backfire in the face, and just turn around and leave, through a door that has no entrance, and an exit that comes out in another world.
