Sachi is, has always been, and always will be, my Robin.
Despite everything that happened between us, despite the fact that she's hurt me more than anyone else ever had, and despite the fact that I sometimes claim I want to erase her entirely from my life, as long as there is even a shred of her in my life, I will always remain positive- She is my Robin.
The ending of How I Met Your Mother feels sort of clearer now. I still hate it. God knows I'll always hate it. Barney and Robin weren't supposed to divorce after a whole season of building up to their wedding (They were so in love. Way to shatter my belief.) and Tracy Mc- uh, something- wasn't supposed to be a secondary character. She was THE character. The Mother. The woman we've been waiting NINE seasons for. And then ya kill her off with some sort of mystery disease without even a proper funeral or explanation.
But enough, if I start on this rant, I'll never stop.
Ted returned to Robin even after he'd gotten married to the woman of his dreams. Granted, she died. But he still had feelings for Robin (Who, by the way, he claimed to have 'let go' of. Inconsistency!) throughout the way. And that's a bit shallow. But knowing why he did it, knowing how he feels... It just relates to me. It does. I hate that it does. I really, really hate it. But right now, at this stage of my life, Sachi is my ultimate Robin.
She's selfish, sometimes irritating, inconsistent, indecisive, driven, determined, confident, self-assured and, of course, beautiful. She is the Robin Sparkles and the Robin Daggers of my life. Both sides, I equally am infatuated with.
But she's with Daiko. And they're both extremely infatuated with each other. I am no object in her way, not even vivid enough to become the ground she's stepping on. I am merely a shadow forced to watch the inevitable happen through blinding light. I like using poetic sentences. Sounds cooler.
Maybe one day it'll be like HIMYM. Maybe one day, Sachi and Daiko will get married, get divorced, and when we've both finally realized our positions, I run to her house in a grand attempt to win her back, and with me, I carry a blue french horn. Or.. Something that earlier on in our first relationship, I emphasized on. Although I can't quite recall anything we both treasured to keep. Even if there was something, she's probably forgotten about it already.
As... Uh, I have.
But,
Despite that seeming like the perfect way to end a perfect story,
It just isn't reality.
But what is reality to begin with?
Okay before I begin in another irrelevant and useless topic that I'm sure no one will read (And I tend to keep it that way forever), I shall depart with a few final words.
"When you feel lost in this world, it is only because fate wants you to ask directions from someone who will show you the way."
-Fate Author, work-in-progress.
