Alternative Ending

There he stood. Face to face with the girl he had said goodbye to all those years ago but had never stopped thinking about. In that one moment that his eyes caught hers he saw his entire life play out before him. He saw the tears in her eyes as he told her he still loved her and always would. He saw himself getting down on one knee in the crowd at a concert as the band played their favorite song. He saw himself waking up next to her smiling face every day for the rest of his life. He saw them old and retired up in the quiet little place in the hills. She really did love the hills. And in that one moment he felt happier than he had ever felt before and so he did something he hadn’t done for a really long time. He smiled. And I don’t mean one of those smiles that you put on for your friends and family so they don’t worry about you. Or that drunken grin you get on your face as you sing along with the song playing in the bar after a few too many pints even though it’s not karaoke night. It was one of those rare smiles where, even though you don’t really have any extraordinary reason to smile, you do anyway, because in that moment, for that fraction of a second, you feel nothing but true content in a way that your mind couldn’t really even begin to understand or express. And wearing that same smile, he turned around and walked away.

“What?! What the hell kind of love story is this?”

“The real kind. The kind where even though someone may be the love of your life, that doesn’t mean that you are theirs. And you just have to walk away because you realize that maybe they’ve found someone better than you. Someone who was really meant to be with them, who has the same values, likes the same things, will be able to make a life with them.”

“But what about opposites attract or love finds a way and all that crap?”

“Well sometimes its just that. Its crap. Life isn’t like the movies man, no matter how much we’d like it to be. People leave. They die. They move. They move on. And there’s no second acts or dramatic reconciliations. Theres no bumping into each other in a coffee place and feeling the ol’ spark again. Sometimes there’s only pain and more pain and just slowly forgetting about each other until the only reason it doesn’t hurt anymore is because you don’t think about them every second of every day anymore. At some point you just stop talking. Days become weeks. Weeks become Months. Months become years… Or maybe you’re just not the leading man who runs up to the nerdy girl who becomes beautiful as soon as she takes her glasses off and stops her from leaving, finally confessing that he was an idiot and he loves her. Maybe you’re just the jerk that dumps her and then she finds her true love.”

“Oh come on! First you say life’s not like the movies, then you say it is. Make up your mind here!”

“Well maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s neither.”

“So what happens next?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he just goes home. Writes a song or something.”

“This story blows!”

“Yeah. I know…”



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