And I suppose that’s where the fairy-tale ends.
When you know there will be no happily ever after.
When your heart breaks, but there is no knight in shining amour to put those puzzle pieces back together, which somehow now don’t seem to fit.
All those promises of laughter and joy…I suppose that’s someone else’s story to live, someone else’s laughter to ripple, someone else’s shoulder to grasp and call home.
But it will all be okay, right? Because it’s not the end until it is…