Everything I have been taught about fairy tales and love told me that we'd be together. Isn't it always that the imperfect girl with nothing specials about her gets the perfect boy with the deep blue eyes and locks of perfect hair. And that perfect boy sees her as perfect and they live happily ever after. Perfect. He's her prince charming who comes and saves her from her bad times. He was my Prince Charming who saved me from my disastrous life. He was the only one who made me smile in a heartbeat the one who knew things about me that no one else did. All the bullshit that I have been taught at a young age about love is the evidence that we should have worked out, that he was that one i'd share a forever with. But in the real world, I didn't get a forever.Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone