An incomprehensible love story

There is a boy,
For that is how every good love story starts,
But this is not a love story; it is a beginning
Because I have yet to believe
In every smile he graces upon these lips
In every quiet flutter of my ever-beating heart
And the thoughts of him that consume me

These Happy Endings
They do not exist
I know, I swear to you, I know
Just like every broken heart
The only broken thing that seems to work
I have been there, on that edge
But who is to say these new beginnings,
Do not bring the happiness the endings lack?

I am squirming in my seat
My mind spinning in defeat
And perhaps I will submit myself
Perhaps I will let my feet stumble
And fall right into this mess
Because there is a boy,
And that is how every good love story starts.