Years after that beanstalk, years after Neverland and New York, years after the time travel and our first time on the open sea, here we are again. Salty air brushing my blushed cheeks as I watch the sun stand still above the light blue stroke that is the horizon. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with oxygen, feeling the moment with every bit of my being. I close my eyes slowly as I remember who I am.
I am the savior. I bring the happy endings. I am the result of true love; of magic.
But every magic has its price and the price I have to pay in exchange for my life is to give up on my own happy ending. I needed some time to come to terms with this; to feel at ease with the thought. To stop feeling angry and jealous. Day by day I accepted my fate and I realized, maybe I don't need a happy ending. Maybe none of us need a happy ending. My father once told me that life was made up of moments and that they're all worth living. I think he was right.
I have accepted to be the savior and I have accepted that I won't have a happy ending. But I have also realized that maybe this wasn't a burden but a privilege. Because if you stop waiting for something, if you stop living for tomorrow, you can actually start appreciating the gifts of today. That's what I've learned.
I stopped blaming people and I stopped building walls. Instead I chose to live and it was the right thing to do.
Now I take every single day and see it as an opportunity to be my very own happiness.
I feel the warmth of two arms embracing me from behind as I begin to open my eyes again. A pair of two hot lips press against my neck, a little shiver raising the tiny hairs on my skin. My head leans against his as I smile.
I inhale.
This is happiness.