Do you know what is it that I like the most about real life? It's that, sometimes it imitates fantasy, but in the end the ''happily ever after'' they promise in fairy tales is not half as boring as it sounds.

In my 67 years of life I learned a lot about sadness, happiness, strenght, not giving up, fighting for what I believed in; but most of all, I could really learn how to love someone.
When my first child, Sophia, was born, I felt such a big, overwhelming love. I felt like my heart could not possibly bear something bigger than that.
A couple years later, when Carlisle and I lost a baby, I felt so sad it was like I had no others reasons to keep on living. Of course that thought would go away whenever I laid eyes on my older daughter, but still my heart was so small I thought it would never open up again.

When Arthur was born my heart lit up again and I slowly stopped feeling guilty about feeling happiness after Anna's death.
Losing a child was the hardest thing I faced in my life, I never stopped feeling Anna's absence; but watching Sophia, Arthur and Ester grow up healthy and happy surely made me the happiest woman alive. Sharing it with the only man I ever loved only made it better.

Carlisle was always by my side. No matter what was my decision, he'd support me and be there for me. Sometimes, when I took a wrong step, he'd support me, advice me and help me get back on feet. Being ever so patient and loving.

Looking back on us now, I laugh whenever I remember how desperate I was in the beggining. Sometimes I'd get hysterical over nothing in particular, sometimes I'd spend days without talking to him for no reason at all. But still, he'd be calm and gentle.
But those were also some of our best days, remembering him criticizing my bad taste for movies, the bike rides, the afternoons we'd spent watching Friends or How I Met You Mother at each other's house. Yes, Carlisle had always been my companion, my lover, my confidant, but above all, he'd been my best friend.

It's been three years since he passed away, and there was not a day I didn't miss him.
But looking at everything we built together, our beatiful children with their own families, our adorable grandchildren who brought me more joy than I ever thought I could feel, gave me strenght to carry on without him.
Gave me everything I needed to keep on living life as happily as I ever did.

Carlisle was my angel, he taught me that love was much more than wanting to be together. Love was being there for one another, was supporting, feeling happy with each success, and sad with each defeat but hopeful that something better would come up. Love was being best friends, talking about your day, talking about nothing at all, teaching, learning, suffering together, sharing joy together.

Those are the things I will never forget, those are the things I am thankful for. Cause, even with the difficulties, those are the things that made me -and still make me- happily ever after.

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Hello everyone!

I wanna thank, from the bottom of my heart, every single one of you who stuck with me these five years I've writing this! Oh my God! It's been a long time! I do hope you enjoyed the end of it, I, honestly, thought I would not wrap it up! So, anyway, thank you SO MUCH for reading Room On The Third Floor, it's been a pleasure writing it for you! Let me know what you think!

Xoxo, Cami