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Every story and tale has 3 sections.
Just 3.
A beginning.
A middle.
And,
An end.
Nothing more , nothing less.
The perfect recipe to a fairytale ending.

Each part holding different significance and lessons.
None the same.
No repetitions.
No extra chances.
Just a one time-pass.

Beginning.
That impression of a fresh start in the middle of may.
Butterflies and rainbows even before spring.
A set of warm and tingly sensations slowly brewing with time.
Both your hands finding each other with a bashful smile.

"Hi! It's a pleasure to meet you! What's your name?"

Middle.
Sneaking out at midnight in search for adventure and wonder.
Running the empty streets of Manhattan early morning, sunlight catching on.
A kiss on the cheek and passionate goodnights after meeting mom and dad.
Loving figures laying in the snow at the eve of christmas.

"I love you. I truly do. Don't ever forget that okay?"

End.
A conclusion to all that had been, hearts no longer built for the other.
Eyes losing it's sparkle with that brewing feeling gone cold.
Or,
A kindled passion that opens the doors of an unknown beautiful future.
A breakthrough step to reach that final milestone.

"I'm sorry. I love you... but, I don't think this will work."

Supposedly, our story should have reached an end.
Only, it ended abruptly in the middle.
Out of the blue, no explanation.
Just a silence that can no longer weather.

Perhaps, our story was meant to end in the middle.
After all, our story is unlike others.
And somehow, that middle might truly have been,
our end.

"Till next time?"

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