You know those stories where everything turns out to be okay at the end..the girl finds her one and only..the boy finds his princess..the mom gets to her lost child..and the child lives happily with his parents..
Well in real life it doesn't happen this way..mothers looses their children..girls stay alone forever and boys get together with wicked witches..
In my stories..each and every time i think i found my peace..not a prince charming but someone worthy of belonging to..then it hits me how close someone could feel before becoming as stranger as ever..maybe even more..faults exposed..strengths weakened..and in a matter of a couple of words you don't want them anywhere near you..a stranger you don't want to get to know..worse than just a stranger..a stranger you want them to stay strange..
Then you have to stick to the saying that the story has not ended as long as you are still alive..maybe this wasn't the part that would be framed and put in a movie.. this wasn't the part that would inspire a happy ending.. that's how you keep going..jumping from one story the next..and tell you what! I am exhausted..the close stranger transaction is getting heavier as I keep getting older..sorry dear self..but we'll have to keep going..
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