Every story has an ending. Our ending wasn’t a happy one. And that’s ok. Now I’m looking for new and better stories.
But sometimes my mind drifts back to our story. The story that I have shelved and all but forgotten. Sometimes I wish that I could pick it up, wipe the dust off, happily turn through the worn pages, and relive our story again. And even though I know what’s going to happen, and even though I know that it’s not going to have a happy ending, I want to revisit our story, like an old, familiar friend, just to re-read the chapters that made me smile.
