Fairy Tales

My Love Story Didn’t End Like the Way It Ended for John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John in Grease

As lovers, we create our own endings

We all want the fairy tale ending, something we learn early on throughout our childhood, from the bedtime stories we heard that always ended with, ‘and they lived happily ever after.’

The same was true in Grease, Sandy transformed and Danny suddenly fell head over heels in love with her. In the end, all they needed to do was ride a flying car ‘and they lived happily ever after.’

But in real life, it is much more complicated than breaking out into a song, You're the One that I Want, and ending up like all the characters from Grease, ‘and they lived happily ever after.’

Upon hearing the news of Olivia Newton-John’s death, all I can think of was her songs, and John Travolta.

It took me back to the time when I was nine years old, and like Sally, I met my Danny at school, as a young and innocent boy, and all throughout our high school days, was very much like it was at Rydell High in Grease.

At nine years old, how can I tell him how I felt about him? Even I was confused, and besides the guilt of loving another man was too much of a sin to carry for my young Christian heart.

While to some it was puppy love, for my young heart it was my very first love story.

And unlike the bedtime stories, there was no;

‘and they lived happily ever after.’

The next love story wasn’t at all like any characters from any movie that I watched or had seen before. After all, the next man I fell in love with came when I was nineteen, and he was twenty-one.

That too also ended with a broken heart.

There will be more men, more love stories, and many more times that I was brokenhearted.

Love will always come knocking on my door, and for some reason, I never gave up on love. Maybe deep inside me, I see it as another opportunity to have my happy ending.

In the years that followed, I developed a different kind of love, my love for photography, and I became good at it. Enough that I traveled the world as a cruise photographer.

During my time at sea, I met him, the one I would share many travels with, and yet that journey was short-lived.

The man I thought will give me my fairy tale ending, not only broke my heart, but he also left me broken.

Today, I am with another man and it is a different love story. We are a family of four. We have two fur babies, PhiPhi and Crocker.

Neither one of us expected us to last this long, a year into our journey together.

One thing I learned through the years is, thinking about the future is not only a waste of time, it is a time away from enjoying what is happening right here, right now.

Each day is a new day to experience love and to experience each other.

The men that came into my life, while it was a love story of two people, only now that I come to accept that it was also a love story of one.

How far can I love myself, even when they were long gone?

And will my new man be the one that I would finally have my happy ending?

Does it really matter?

All I know is that after I’m gone, I lived a happy life and I came to love myself many times over than I ever loved another man.

After all, ‘And they lived happily ever after,’ is only an afterthought of how people would remember us long after we are gone.

Thank you for reading.

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