Disclaimer: The Princess Diaries is owned by Meg Cabot. I don't own it.
A/N I know I said that was the last chapter... but I couldn't resist.
I have the perfect boyfriend. His name? Oh, yes. Michael Moscovitz. Mia Moscovitz. Ah, the simplicity of it all, and yet, such wondrous harmony. Oh yes, our name sing for one another, as we long to be in each other's embrace.
But, alas, here ends my tale. For the readers of the world want tales of mixed emotions. Usually unhappy ones, which is why, until now, my tale was considered adequate to be put up. But from here on, my tale is no longer of mixed emotions, and no longer of unhappy ones. It is no longer suitable for you readers.
For the only emotions I have experienced since are happiness and love. I will only ever experience positive emotions from now onwards. Michael, his presense and love, have banished the negative energy from my life.
Now, I only know happiness and love.
And I can't say I regret it.
~Here ends the diary of Mia Thermopolis, and marks the beginning of Mia Moscovitz.~
