At the back of my mind, I always knew that, It, this, could come to an end.
I could die,
He could die,
He could leave…
And I know this might seem a morbid thought to many. But, there has always been a spot of realism amidst my fairytale romanticism filled life.
I try to keep a little spot, save a little grey in my rainbow, in order to remind myself about the reality of life.
I refuse to live in a world filled with illusions and the delusion that endings is not a possibility.
I want to be able to say: I am okay and I am fine with endings now because I know I can always begin again.