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Felice Baterina, often called Chie. A 19 year old lady who sees life in full view. Living her life with no regrets but only lessons learned. She struggles her dreams in MNL to become a future Speech-Language Pathologist.

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I grew up believing in fairy tales, believing in happy endings, believing in destiny. During my childhood years, I was hopeful that one day, all the light, sweet, and romantic love stories I see in fairy tales I shall experience. I once wished to be Cinderella whom the right pair of my glass shoes I shall wear given by my right prince. I once wished to be like Snow White and be kissed by the love of my life. I once wished to be like Rapunzel and be saved by my prince from that tower. I once wished I would have a "and they lived happily ever after" kind of story. 

But, if we come to think of these stories, they're all just a bunch of "it-feels-good-make-me-believe-in-happy-endings" stories. It's 2013 already and there's no way that you could have a perfect love story. This may sound outrageous but we should know by now that we live in the bittersweet of life. The life where we don't just feel pure happiness and joy but also sadness and pain.

Once upon a time, there was this man who taught me that my life was based on a fairy tale and or maybe not at all. We used to be so in love with each other, so happy that we were so ready to risk it all.  I strongly hoped that we would last forever, that we would make it happen against all odds, that we were meant to be... But we were not. Things started to drift apart. Things got so complicated to the point that fixing the problem will just worsen it. I did not even know how we reach the point of giving up but I think it was for the best. Pushing things to the limits will just break us even more. Trying to start again won't just work.  

And so, as what every movie was bound to be made, it always reaches its ending. It may not be the ending that I wanted but I know it was the ending we both need. It was the ending that should be done. It was the ending that should be accepted.

You know, sometimes, we expect that things will happen the way we want them to, we insist on something that we vehemently desire, we hope on the things that will never happen, but I tell you, that shouldn't be the case. We always settle for what we think we deserve yet there are better and bigger things God has planned for us. All we need to do is to be patient and let His will be done. Sooner or later, we will all have an abundance of happiness and love that we all want and need. And maybe someday, just maybe, a happy ending will prosper with an ending quote "and they lived happily ever after."



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