“And they lived happily ever after.”
Isn’t that how every fairytale is
Supposed to end?
But it’s true.
They did live happily ever after.
I watched them.
I watched him take her hand.
My hands are still empty,
And I think about the time that I
Had myself convinced that
Happily ever after was possible for me.
Because in my mind,
He was it.
But now our story is over.
There is no more “us.”
But there doesn’t need to be.
There is “them” and there is “me.”
And as much as I don’t believe in
Fairytales anymore, I think
That maybe my own ending is out there.
Who knows if it’s happy or sad
Or completely absurd?
It’s my ending,
And that’s all I need.
