I am in the middle of my story
what page am I in your book?

Were you drawn to me
because of the first line of my narrative?
But I am not even your usual preface.
In fact, my story begins at the end.
The end of a fairytale.
The beginning of another heartbreak
in the middle of this so called life.
I was falling apart when you came.
Tattered, ripped, close tear mended on the side.
But you...