Ever Happily AfterMature

Given one more chance I would never start again. Through the resistance and misery I have borrowed too much into a life like this to give it up so easily.  Wanting to live a life, a life where my happiness counts, or passes as normal days into crisp clear nights filled with the heavy breath of moonlight as happy couples bundled in blankets take walks down normal streets.  Could I have been happy? I am not quite sure, but he, the one who began the wave, he was like a dream, passing in the night the kind you truly felt where real but couldn’t touch…something must have happened, maybe I am what didn’t…Maybe the beginning of the fairytale always stays the same “Once upon a time”… But in the end does it remain “Ever happily after”?

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