And they all lived happily ever after, until they died.

Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.

This isn’t happily ever after.
It’s so much more than that.

We'd never expect to understand a piece of music on one listen, but we tend to believe we've read a book after reading it just once.

It suddenly made sense. Only twice in his life had he felt this inexplicable, almost mystical attraction to a woman. He’d thought it remarkable, to have found two, when in his heart he’d always believed there was only one perfect woman out there for him.

His heart had been right. There was only one.

I want to get married and have children and live happily ever after. That's important to me.