Happy endings are lame. I spent all my life dreaming about it and looking for it in all the wrong places. It's all disney's fault really. As a young little girl, I always held true to the beliefs that that one true love is real. And that when he comes, the world will all be better, for he'll come and save the day, sweep me off my feet, take me to his castle, marry me, and live happily ever after with me.
Nonsense.
Hell, I actually spent all my afternoons when I was younger thinking of all the many different ways I'd finally meet that person who'd love me forever. I'd play with my long line of barbies and kens and always give a happy ending to the ugliest one, which I coincidentally named after myself. It provided me relief through my crappy childhood. And I finally got to the stage where I am now. I'm happy for that hope that sprung up due to those damn fairytales that never told me what really happens after happily ever after. But still, sue me. I failed to realize that happy endings are not to be chased after. It's something you just find deep inside you, when you know yourself well enough and be contented with what you find. Blame that to the poetic dreamer I used to be.
Man is just a lonely creature, searching for something that cannot be grasped. And I am not any different. I looked for my happy ending in someone else. But God is the only constant. And I should have just been my own prince. People? They come and go. I have no control over them, over their emotions, or over how they treat me. I can't expect someone to love me back just because I love them enough. Nor can I expect that I be loved the way I hoped to be.
Most of the time, in this world of intertwined stories and tales, I am not the cinderella of the story. I am probably just one of those that clap and cheer at the wedding... just one of those many faces never drawn to be as beautiful as the heroine.
