They never went back, did they?
To those days of old when everything seemed easier and brighter and smiles were true and sincere and didn’t hurt.
I guess they couldn’t.
They were just too entrenched in their new, darker but somehow more real realities. When a shadow falls, others follow, and there is not a single corner left in the world that feels real and alive again. No more joy in the little things, no more careless, breathtaking laughs. Just the frustration of the future that almost came to be but never was. The suspicion behind every secret glance, of every fleeting touch of the hand and every half-hearted smile.
But it’s not that the mirror has broken or that lights have dimmed. It’s only that you are just learning to see, to use your eyes for what they really were meant to.
Were they ever happy?
I guess they were. Only that they never realised. They were too busy trying to peer into the depths of a future that was only theirs to write and forgot about their present.
They forgot about themselves.
Will they ever be happy again?
I hope so. I trully hope. There’s already too much hatred in this world. I hope they learn to love themselves the way they could never love each other. Because they deserve it. They deserve to be happy. Even if they don’t know it. Even if they don’t feel it. Only when they accept that fact, only when they understand it, they will free to face the world. To struggle. To love.
Everything will be fine.
Everything. In no time at all.