Life is so hard.
Life with love is hard.
It's hard to believe, but I do believe, that life without love would be harder.
How did you grow up to believe in the fairtale? I guess maybe you didn't believe in it at all. If you didn't, how did it happen that you got to live it, your very own fairytale?
I believed. Because of you I still do. Not from something you said, but from living it, everyday.
Maybe that's how it happens. Some of us don't get to witness the fairytale, and somehow, some of us find it... others who know it... maybe we search too hard or expect too much...
Choices.
Too many choices.
Who knows, maybe for you it's not a fairytale. I'm on the outside looking in.
It looks like a fairytale.
It feels like the biggest kind of love.
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