Everyone gets their happy ending.
Eventually.
Wether it would be alone or with children or married.
Point being, everyone ends up happy.
But the second she walked into my life, I knew she would become my happy ending.
She was my light, my darkness, and everything in between my interpretation of love, of happiness.
She made me whole, she ripped apart my seems, stitch by stitch only to sew my oblivious mind and body to her will.
She loved all of my flaws, all of my quirks, and peculiar behaviors. She loved everything I was proud of.
She was everything I was proud of.
She, a beautiful butterfly, and I the most insecure, naive flower she could find.
Sucking the life like untainted pollen out of me.
She, just like the beautiful insect drained the love and life out of me, stripping my happy ending.
Never knowing when my true happy ending would come true.
Maybe, my happy ending is being alone.
I pray, hoping, pleading to whomever to be happy, and full of life once again.
Filling full of hope, they brush past me, unintentionally, looking devastatingly beautiful.
My true happy ending rushes by, and I would never know.
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Happy Endings
AcakSome more word vomit, just a reoccurring theme just like sadness and heartbreak ya know just the usual. I wrote this also a while ago as well and I loosely based it off of Jung Hoseok's outer happiness thrown into a toxic relationship (basically bo...
