If only love stories all get a happy ending... Everyone would be happy. If only soulmates have a instruction booklet to find each other. If only there was a fountain full of courage for this cowardly lion. If only there was only heaven. If only there were happy endings. If only.... I now wish I had not met you. But I know if I did not, I would not be who I am today. I am so very tired. I am so sick of love songs. Of love stories. Because they can only end good or bad. Either way I am too tired to know anymore. I love you and I am yet not allowed to scream it from the rooftops. I am forced to keep this sweet confession in my heart where it has turned sour. I am not supposed to love you and yet I did. What did you do to me my angel? Why must this be?