Some fairytales are meant to stay in our storybooks, this world unable to nurture their power. You could have and would have been my destiny; but instead you will be the one thing that will burn at me like an open wound in the Dead Sea for eternity. A wise man once told me, “It is always the most complex and meaningful relationships that will never work out”. You are both my complex and my meaning, so, I guess, that’s just that.