The cycle of thoughts repeats itself exhaustively in your mind. It drains every ounce of emotion in you as you ponder over the potential consequences of your actions; the gain or the pain. But life's about taking risks and you very well realise that. Sometimes in order to achieve what you want, you have to do things that you may not favour or are way beyond your capacity (or so you think). What was once seemed out of your reach is now closer to you more than ever and you owe it all to your pillars of strength. Given the better prospects of the situation, the idea of a happy ending floats into many minds.
Then, it hits you that the only reason why fairytales heavily emphasize happy endings is because it is, for a lack of a better word, a rare occurence in real life! Even before this realisation settled itself comfortably in you, that bitter bitter fickle-minded side of you had begun revealing itself. What you once religiously wished for, doesn't seem to bring much joy and happiness as you perceived it would. Reason being; the more connected you are, the less possible the idea of getting to know the person becomes.
Mhmm, how does that happen? I've yet to comprehend it myself.