I'm leaving him behind

The spark is starting to fade away. Butterflies flash back in sequence. History repeats itself. 

I find myself getting pissed off, and there goes the "Fuck you. You don't deserve me." attitude.

I quickly sobered up, and the intensity of the chase starts to die down. My heartbeat normalizes. I turn my face forward, and the reality before me offers a hand. I take it and I don't turn back. 

I'm leaving him behind. The fantasy I've divulged in for the "summer" wraps up and we all fall in line for the last bow. It was a satisfying performance, but not enough to relive. The production will re-cast, everyone gets paid what they deserve, and it gradually turns into a distant memory.

And like every story, like every fairytale, it starts with a "Once upon a time" and ends with "The End."