No Fairytales

I cannot finish the story of the Boy and the Girl; of You and Me.  For that would mean an ending.  My heart cannot bear another ending.  Not now, not if I can help it.  So for me, for my heart, and for now, I must leave the final chapter unwritten.

I would love to write my own ending, a happy, fairytale ending for us.  But we both know that fairytales are make-believe; that there are no happy endings.  That life is full of dark and light in-between.  Sometimes the dark is overwhelming and seeks to smother us until we think that it will.  Until at the very last moment, somehow, a tiny crack of light breaks through.  And somehow, sometimes, when you least expect it and don’t even really believe there is light anymore, a giant gush of light will burst through and smother the dark.  Surprising the Dark, even.  And then you can breathe again because you remember what it feels like to be bathed in light, in warmth, in love.

And sometimes you even smile, and that is when you remember who you really are.  You find your soul again and remark to yourself at how the dark has changed you, but that when mixed with the Light at the end you are pleased with the change, amazed at the strength you find, that neither the Dark nor the Light could have bred on its own.  You smile because you remember how it felt at the bottom, thinking you could never surface, but knowing that you had to, somehow.  You smile because you know how it feels to know that you are okay.  You smile because you know how it feels for your heart to bleed tears, and how deeply and truthfully you can feel pain.  You smile because you feel alive.  You know what it means to live.  The Dark and the Light have taught you this.  You have been this light for me.  So let that be our Ending…for now.