My goal in life was not to be humble, symbolic, or fill peoples minds with new ideas. But I feel that this ending is not something that should be written by me. Not because I want to promote this person, or prove the way I feel about them. But because they summed up my story better than I ever thought possible. When my good friend Allison died, I found this piece of paper placed on my desk. I realized that she must have placed it there before we left without me noticing it. This is what it said:

I didn't believe in love, until I met you. I didn't believe that the fairy tale ending would ever be possible for me. I wanted to beleive that it could, I wanted to more than anything else. But at the same time I knew I was different, a fact that I always thought got in the way, but then I realized, Love is different. Well, love is a lot of things. Love is making pancakes at midnight, burning them and not caring. Love is accepting flaws, being excited by them, being someone's rock, someone's only, someone's manic pixie dream girl. Love is noticing what the other one smells like, putting engagment rings in Happy Meals, holding hands when you're scared. Telling you you look good when you don't, wanting to read the others notes and stories, even when they say they don't want you to.

and realizeing that maybe the story left unfinished is the best one. Happily ever after is over-rated, and I don't want to end my story with a cliche, but there it is. These are my last words, I think they're important. And I think that's all that matters.