...and they live happily never after.

It ended.
Finally, it ended.
Spanning across 4 seemingly long and unbearable years, it ended.

I could use a glorious quote to describe it;
I could Google some meaningful pictures to use as metaphore;
I could write chapters and chapters of anecdotes;
I could rewind so many memories and reminiscent one by one;
But in the end,
what difference would it make?

Would it make me any happier?
Would it make me any sadder?
Would I be stronger?
Would I ever be the same again?

Sometimes you don't really need an explanation to logic what has happened, do you?
Sometimes you just can't reason with God, why it has to end like this?

Maybe because that's the way it is. And maybe there is nothing you can do about it.
Maybe the famous happy ending is not for everyone.
Maybe things end, just like that.

Just like that.