I once believed in fairytales. Once felt those butterflies in my stomach. Experienced to be the princess of someone.
Once upon a time I was a lady who loved to watch the sunset and waited for the sunrise with the man I loved.
I was once a lady who sees life as a blessing.. as another day to be happy.. another day to hope..
But unlike every other stories, mine ended too quick.
In a blink of an eye, my world crushed because of him.
Because of him, I turned to be what I am right now.
Scared.
Hurt.
Hopeless.
Alone.
Because of him, I treat life as a curse.
Because of him...
I'm afraid to fall in love again.
I can't be happy seeing him happy with someone else.
My life becomes miserable because of that ogre.
That ogre who was once my prince. My love..
