when i was little, i used to pretend that my life was a movie and someone in a different universe was watching it. i was hoping that i was interesting enough for them, and that i played my part well enough for them. i would think, by the end of a day, that those hours probably passed quickly for them since they didn't have to watch. i wondered when the commercials took place. i wondered when there'd be a "to be continued," dancing across the screen. but then i realized that movies didn't have commercials and they aren't merely continued to save time.
i came to terms with the fact that i probably wasn't interesting enough to watch on a movie screen. but right now, looking back, i'm kind of proud of the things that others would've seen. and if you're watching, i hope you're smiling. i'm happy and i'm in love and this is the kind of story that ends with a happy ending, those mushy ones we dream of when we're five. i wasn't allowed to dream of those, but you'd know that if you were watching.
it's like he knew i needed him before i knew anything like that existed.
he's the happy ending i wasn't allowed to dream up.
warm and perfect and mine.
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