I would have loved to say meeting him was something extraordinary but it wasn't. There was no magical locking of gazes from across a crowded room, no instant and sudden revelation that my life was about to change forever, no instant connection, no love at first sight. Reality just doesn't work the way it seems to in the movies. When I first met Daniel James Howell he was just another guy, another face in the crowd I could have easily forgotten and probably would have if it weren't for some outside encouragement. The start of our short-lived romance wasn't anything particularly special either; only when I got exactly four months and 6 days in did I realise I was too deep to back out again. The same moment when it all began to mean something much more than I'd ever expected. Unfortunately, like most good things, it wasn't made to last.
There isn't really such thing as a happy ending, I've come to realise. It's just an idealistic concept really, another misconception made popular by Hollywood. Of course, everything must have it's ending eventually but as it goes, when it ends, someone is always left behind. Always; that's not something you can escape and it's far from a happy occasion. Instead, you have to enjoy the happiness while it lasts so that at least when it does inevitably end, you'll still have the memories of the good times to look back on. That's what I'm left doing now, reflecting on the good to distract myself from the bad and although I've only got seventeen days worth of good to work with, I'm doing my best.
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Seventeen Days
FanfictionOne half of a pair scared to love because of all the times he's been let down before; he only wants to give his heart away this time if it's right. The other half, reclusive in nature, holds back from affection out of a fear of never being good enou...
