When I was a child, my parents taught me how to love. Telling stories about destinies and fairytales. I always believed - but as I grew up. All of the stories I knew are just mere fantasies.
"I will be your prince charming and also your knight to save you." Someone said to me like I was a princess waiting to save a prince.
He showed me the meaning of love, it's wonderful color. My life was black and white until all the beautiful colors came.
I'm afraid to fall but will he save me? Can I ever believe in such destinies and fairytales, again?
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