I love happy endings. I really do. For me it's something I can look forward to after such an unfair life, and I guess that's why I can ignore all the cuts, all times when everyone I love said no—because I long for a happy ending of my own. It doesn't need to be perfect. It doesn't even have to be grand. I just hope for the day when everything just stops hurting, when I know I can allow myself to just sit somewhere, stop worrying about things that couldn't be, and just take a rest. I hope that all the times I shed tears would account for something. If my light is too weak for the universe to see, I hope that my teardrops light the way so that all the love I gave find their way back to me.
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