I remember how my mom used to read me books before sleep just so my brain could wonder all night and my dreams would be as magical as those stories, most of them where about dragons flying up around the mountains, knights protecting their kingdom, pretty fairies brushing their long beautiful hair somewhere deep into the green forests, the ones I liked where the ones about love the romantic ones, the one where the girl finds her very true love and they end up living happily ever after, the ones where the enemies hate each other that much that it turns into the most dramatic love story with the happiest ending.
As i grew up I started getting lost between pages of a romantic book the ones where they describe how love can be so blinding, how love can make you reach the sky with your feet still on the ground.
One thing I wish my mom told me about love is that love can hurt too, can cause deep wounds the ones that even the time finds hard time to heal.
They never wrote books about hearts getting broken by pretty smiles, honey lips and a soft skin.
They never warned me for that time of love, until I fell...
I'm going to tell you a story, a story you already know but within it one that you never heard before.
YOU ARE READING
The other side of midnight
RomanceThey keep telling me that loving her is a sin... but since when sins taste so sweet?
