A lot of people think of their love stories as the best ones ever written. Can we blame them, or can we get jealous? No, we dont have to. We all have our stories of love, of pain, and of hope. Some have written it, some have kept it. Eitheer way, in this heaven, we are given a reserved parking lot to fulfill our stories with no hesitation. It may not be a happy ending today, but somewhere over the rainbow, love will find its way.

It's sad, honestly, that now I see how we have grown up and left the childish things we always did. I miss you. The you I met back in the beginning.