Tonight Cinderella goes back to cinders. Tonight cloud 9 popped and poof. You’re back in real time. That cinematic is just life idealized and imagined. That things are just what they are. And a series of coincidences doesn’t make destiny. Destiny is what you make of just life, happening.
You see, this is what fiction does. It makes the fictionalized boring.
You’re crying on the second best night of your life, silently so as not to wake him up. And maybe. From the day you met him, to this night and all those moments in between– it still, was all worth it.