From Our Readers: Not Your Typical Happy Ending
Our ending isn't one for the books. Mainly because we don't live in a far away kingdom where we live happily ever after. Our ending was just like any other, but it was ours. That's what, dare I say it, made it special. It may be difficult to understand why I'd describe an end the way I just did, but let me tell you a story that started out so usual but eventually transitioned to complicated, tragic, then finally, we received our happy ending. And although I would never have imagined a happy ending to take place in the way ours did, I wouldn't ever think of altering it if I had the chance.
We don't have the luxury of living a fairytale, so the only choice we're left with is the harsh reality. It's no surprise that people come and go in this world, and those few people who stay seldom come around.
Our first encounter didn't involve butterflies in our stomachs, electric currents running through our hands when we first shook each other's, nor did it consist of a magnetic force when our eyes first met. It was in the most usual of events that only included shy hellos and quiet goodbyes. Our friendship evolved throughout time, and talking to each other slowly creeped in our systems. We got closer with each word that escaped our lips and each hug that was exchanged.
Time passed, and through it all, we've experienced much more than what typical friends do. "What's ups" turned to "How was your days" and "got to gos" to "goodnights." The person I barely even a spoke a word to became my constant—even just for a short while. You became someone I'd talk to at the crack of dawn when I had nothing to do, at twilight when I was feeling lonely, and during the afternoons when I was busy. You became the person I'd argue with 24/7, the person I'd share my struggles and aspirations with. You became my person, but you were never mine.
I took risks I would have never taken for anyone else for you. They may not be the firsts you'd treasure for the rest of your life, but they are still firsts. Firsts I'd carry with me and the firsts I'd tell my future grandchildren about. I may be just another chapter to your story, and I honestly don't mind. You were a chapter in mine, too. A chapter that taught me lessons I'd never bring myself to forget.
Maybe we didn't end up together, and maybe we never belonged to each other. Maybe our love story is one that you easily forget and get over. Maybe it's just like everyone else's. Maybe it's because we didn't love completely or maybe not even at all. And maybe just maybe, that's why you didn't stay in the way I so badly desired you to at one point, but you stayed even with your absence. You stayed in terms of the marks you left. People may often leave scars, but you left lessons. You left motivation. You left truths. You left realizations. And for that, I thank you. Thank you for coming to my life, but I applaud you for leaving me with lessons I would have never learned if it weren't for you. So, that's our happy ending. You left me, but you left me with so much wisdom I wouldn't ever trade for your presence.
Written by Mija Diro. Got your own story to tell? Drop us an email at candymagazine @gmail.com! We'd love to hear what you have to say. If you're lucky, you just might get published in this space, too!