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Introduction

"Happily ever after" that's how most of the fairy tales end. Well that's not how mine ends. This story is a story to show you that even though you can try and have a happy ending, not all stories end like that. But damn, I wish it had. This is a story to remember her, and I'll tell you, I'll remember her. No matter what, even though sometimes I wish to forget her, and all the pain she caused me. I remember all my favourite things about her, and my not so favourite things. Our love was... Different. She wasn't perfect, but she was my perfect. Not that she didn't have flaws that I absolutely hated, oh trust me, she did. But I loved her flaws and all. We never once said we weren't in love once we realized we were. She was so damn beautiful, I loved her and her curly hair that she'd always put into a pony tail, coffee brow eyes, freckles to die for(I swear it was like a galaxy was on her face and parts of her body), she had this lightish skin colour, and I would never dare to mess up her makeup, which she didn't need, but she was pretty damn good at it. I loved the way she would run around like a crazy person in town square, the way she would dance to her favourite rap songs and would try to sing alone, although she most definitely was not blessed with the ability to rap, she fell in love with the sky every evening as it changed it's changed colours, she would do practically anything if it meant she could make her friends smile, she had a beautiful smile that lit up the room, she had a way she gasped and said "oh!" And covered her face When she was surprised. I was madly in love with her, and she with me. But sometimes things like that don't last as long as you hope, because let's face it, this is the real world, and happy endings don't happen often