Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time.
Long ago, in a land far away,
There was me, and I loved you.

There is not a happy ending,
But it is not tragic, either.

I wrote our story, you know,
Until one day someone read it
And the magic was gone.
That's what happens with stories.
They're like a secret:
The magic happens when it's shared
Between only two people.
But more than that and
The fairies become mist and
The love is gone like the dead.

Back to the story.

It's not a story to tell your children
But it's not an unhappy story.
It's a story about growing up,
And your children will find out about that
Soon enough.

So I saw you again, Prince Charming.
And that made me realize
That the story wasn't finished yet.
There was one more chapter,
The last chapter.
The end of our story.
Conclusion. Finito.
Nobody likes endings.

But I digress.

So I wrote the last chapter.
Here it is, all I have left to say.

All I have left to say is...
That there really is nothing left to say.
Our story is over.
And I just wrote the first chapter of my story.