I wish it wasn’t the end. Take me back to where it all began - to the time when my heart rolled down to the floor in anxiety, to the time when meeting you for the first time brought a rush of blood to my head, to the time when everything seemed to be perfect.

I wish it wasn’t the end. Take me back to where everything was in the right place - when little things were like puzzle pieces fitting into each other perfectly, when the rhythm was pumping loud with everyone in perfect synchronization, when clouds above us always promised bright days ahead.

I wish it wasn’t the end. Take me back to where we met dark times - we thought it was over yet we were given hope, we thought it was goodbye but we met again, we thought things will break apart yet they fell into place.

I wish it wasnt the end, but here we are saying our goodbyes.

Of all the things I wished to have, it was you that I wanted the most - but never did I get the chance. Every shooting star, every 11:11, it is you that I wish for. Every morning and every night, it is you that I pray for. Every waking moment and every breath, it is you I think of.

Of all the things I wished to have, it was you that I wanted the most - but never did I get the chance. Never had that split second of happiness, never had the spark to start the fire. Never had a moment where all we’d do is laugh, never had a moment where we’d stare into each other’s eyes.

Of all the things I wished to have, it was you that I wanted the most - but never did I get the chance. A chance to give you all that I have, a chance to take all that you could give. A chance to make you smile when you are down, and a chance to offer a shoulder to lean on. A chance to just take it all in.

Never did I get the chance to have you, now I wish I never even wanted to.

Our days are over. The days when a simple smile takes all my troubles away, the days that end in disastrous events yet your voice rebuilds me, the days when four words in response to three of yours don’t feel compulsary.

Our time is up. The time when senseless conversations last the whole night long, the time when we can make fun of anything and anyone, the time when stolen moments are of much value.

Our rhythm is dead. The rhythm of our hearts beating as one, the rhythm of our strides walking side by side, the rhytm of our shared moments in bed as one.

Wind it up and see what happens.

Never have I felt this much alone. The world is eerily quiet and empty, everything is dead around me. Empty bottles of beer and broken mirrors, no animal or human in sight. The place is deserted and the only thing breathing here is me.

I tried to call out loud, a million times, to anyone who could offer and explanation to this loneliness, but none surfaced. I gave up the hope that I will ever find anything in this world - unless a great twist of fate would change everything.

So tonight, as I do every night, i slip into my sleeping bag. Tomorrow will be another day, another chance to find another living thing. Tomorrow will be another chance to breathe this air that only I could benefit from. Tomorrow will end without progress, just like any other night.

Sleep tight.

Someday, I’ll tell you I love you. I’ll whisper every word into your ear and hope it would reach your brain, let it beat for me. I’ll shout it out loud and tell the world that I love you, no measurement needed. You don’t need to know how much, because everyday it differs, what’s important is you’d know that I love you.

Someday, I’ll propose to you. Get down on one knee, hold your hand and gently slip that ring into your finger - if you say “yes” of course. I’ll make that promise that I am ready to have you as the only person in my life I’ll ever need. I’ll be there after your every call, everytime you need me, I’ll be the first to respond.

Someday, I’ll marry you. Slip a deeper promise into your finger as I say “I do.” Make another promise that you’ll be the only person who will recieve my love, the only person whom my heart beats for until the day I die.

But first, let me find you.

I’m here in my spot, the place where no one knows my name - my sanctuary, my escape pod. It’s nice to be alone and lost sometimes, doing nothing but stare up at the gleaming sun, burning your eyes out until all your problems vanish. It’s sort of a paradise for me, no other sound but my breathing and no other soul but mine.

The whole world turns quiet, not even the wind could make a sound. Everything is in a standstill, like in a photograph - except the subtle movement of my chest. No sound could reach this spot, the wind is calm, it blocks any pther sound from the outside. Every little soundwave evaporates into the stillness, leaving me deaf.

Each day I’m here, it feels like a year’s worth of sleep. Nothing but the feeling of floating in the air, away from all troubles and worries. All of my wounds heal, all of my aches fade, and all of my wishes are granted. In here, there is peace.

But it’s time to wake up.

This fairytale I’m in, it kinda sucks, really - I mean, why would the author even call it a fairytale when it’s clear, they’re always about women in distress, waiting for that prince charming. But I wouldn’t call myself “prince charming” since - I am neither “charming” nor deserving to be called a “prince” but one thing’s for sure: I’m the hero of this story.

But I’m not exactly your regular guy, you see, I have a fairy godmother that grants me three wishes whenever I rub her magic lamp. I also have seven dwarves, helping me sort out my priorities, and oh, before I forget, I have a crab for a best friend. You see, I’m a regular guy, with a fairytale story waiting for “the one.”

But this story is still waiting to unfold, turn the pages quick. I know people expect me to be on a horse riding away into the woods in search for the one I need to complete this story. Then we’ll share that sweet kiss that ends most fairytales. But what if my better half is in another fairytale, also waiting for the one? Who will be up in a tower and who will scream “let your hair down,” we’ll have to wait and see.

This prince will be waiting for his prince.