The following was originally written an email:
I don't believe in happy endings--I don't believe they exist. People might come to what they believe is a happy ending, but I think all "happy endings" are really facades. You're happy for one moment, but it's far from the end. There are problems and miseries to come. Life isn't perfect, and I can't help but acknowledge that after they ride off in the sunset they'll probably run out of gasoline or something and become sad once more. [you know what I mean] Though this is how I feel about happy endings, I'd also like to live in that lie, to convince myself for that one moment that it is in fact possible to remain eternally blissful, to capture that moment and suspend it in time forever. Sometimes it's just way too depressing knowing all the sadness and despair that plagues the world. And to know that for every happy person enjoying his or her life, there's another person who's suffering just as much... I need to let myself believe the lie.
I realize that some of this may be cliché, [eternally blissful, suspend it in time...] but so are happy endings.