I don't know why,
I've always been big on happy endings
. You see, to me,
the most romantic,
beautiful love stories ever
were the ones where two people meet,
fall in love,
& then 50 or 60 years later,
one of them dies.
Then a few days after that
the other one dies
because they just can't bear to live without each other.
But you know what?
It's funny that I still believed in happy endings,
when in my life,
there's no hopeful sign that it could happen.
STUPID.
-__-
That’s me...
and that won't ever change...
I'll always be a dreamer...
I was born a dreamer,
lived a dreamer,
and I will die a dreamer....
Psh!
T__T
Now, happy endings?
Yeah, they do exist…
in dreams
but in reality...
there's no sign
of it's existence....
so, tell me...
should I stop believing???
>__<
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