You are my sunlight on a cold day. I see glimpses of the happy real you and I know you're not completely lost or damaged. You don't hurt me. You've shown me what real happiness feels like. At the end of the day I can't deny to
"and maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. maybe the happy ending is just moving on.
Book Review: “Princesses Behaving Badly: Real Stories from History without the Fairy-Tale Endings” by Linda Rodriquez McRobbie