Looking into his eyes... I understood. I understood that not everyone you encounter in life is the same. I understood that everyone has their own story and that they all matter. His, his is one that i have yet to read.
I know what it's like to be invisible, and in the end you might just be noticed so don't lose hope.
Based on my life;
Some fairytales exist, They just might not always have the ending you want but it is a happy ending.
Here's my cliché story with a not so cliché ending😊