This place does make one wistful

For most of us, we inhabit our lives without knowing how it'd turn out and where it'd lead. Some are brief but fiery and lived; some are born part precious metal, part pirate. Then at some unexpected gaps along our time we fall, and we fall in love, we fall out of it, yet, and we fall back in, we hurt ourselves, we climb back up, wipe away our tears, and we carry on our way, till we meet another whom we could again love with our all, and all that spaces within. All we ask and hope, is just to be loved in return. Sometimes, though, we can’t climb back up, no matter how we try; it was a different fall; and we can’t carry on like before. It seemed so simple then - you loved one like no other, and you thought you would see another day. You thought the two of you could be happy. But if it were all so simple how would fairytales have lived on?