I’ve read a lot of great books that end in tragedy. Books I loved, that were extremely well written, but for me, it’s not over until it is happily over. The way I see it, real life can be tough enough. All you have to do is look around to see someone suffering, but at heart, I’m an optimist. I like to believe everything works out in the end, and I don’t want to leave people on a down note. In my world, the evil villain will get what is coming to them. The guy will come to his senses and swear undying love. There won’t be sickness or money issues as they move into the house with the white picket fence.
It’s my way of holding onto the hope that no matter how bad it gets, if you dig deep and keep going, it will work out. Maybe it’s unrealistic, but until I’m dead and buried, I’ll be waiting for my own happily ever after.