“It is indeed unfair that real life isn’t even remotely as romantically orchestrated as in the books we so love to read”, you might be pondering, to which I will immediately concur. Sadly, we have little choice in this matter, eh? But a story is a story, and – once you get used to the loose ends – real ones can be as fine as any, really.

"So this time the Cat vanished quite slowly, beginning with the tail, and ending with the grin. Wasn't that a curious thing, a Grin without any Cat? Would you like to see one?"
--- Lewis Carrol

Twilight of Flames

I haven't felt this in a long while. I suppose it's one of those marvels to
which we remain oblivious until something ... happens.

"The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright track of his fiery car
Gives token of a goodly day tomorrow."
(William Shakespeare)