Fairytale love: a story of two that only ends in death. Not death of oneself, nor death of one’s love, but death itself. Even in death their love still bonds them through the afterlife until their next. Where they will meet again and fall in love once more. For this love is not one of efforts, but a naturally raging fire that can never be extinguished. I miss her even when she’s with me because I know she needs to go home. But that statement proves to be untrue for she is home, we are home. I find comfort in her truths and she does not lie. We call each other perfect though we find ourselves quite imperfect. I love her more than life, a path of aloneness comes to an end, for in the darkness I’ve found light. A lantern to guide me through my journey of life, a lover to stay with me. Stay with me through it all and for me to support her also. Though she is so important, she will never truly understand this fact, for no words can describe this feeling- even the likes of Shakespeare, an originator of fairytale-type love cannot write upon my heart. I have found fairytale love and this story will only write itself until our final chapters.