This was my story

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This was my story of trusting, doubting, fearing, hoping. 

Making mistakes, falling for someone, falling for him, falling for them. 

Falling for two boys with ever changing hair colours and killer smiles. 

Falling into the arms of someone who wasn't strong enough to hold you. Not being strong enough yourself. 

Living a crazy, bitter-sweet fantasy. 

All fantasies are supposed to have a happy ending, but not all of them do. 

As I looked out of the plane window onto Korea for the very last time, I realised. 

I fell in love, 

and that is why I lost myself. 

Because falling in love is one of the most dangerous things anyone can ever do. 

Falling in love is like wandering through a dark city, on a cold night, underneath a 

Dark Sky


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