Happy Ever After?

Does love still exist? Hello? I'm still a solitary here. I still need someone who can make me shiver down my spine, who can make me say that 'Ow! Destiny!' 'Opposite attracts!' 'Forever baby.' and the thing I haven't said for anyone for years (well except for my family and friends) the one and only; 'I love you', who can make me have the courage to bake sweets for him, who can make me have all the shades of red on my face, who can bring chocolates to me if I'm on my month, who can hug me frantically at my back without a warning, who can kiss me when we're in the middle of a fight, and who can stay with me for as long as he lives.

Well yes of course you wouldn't understand me if I won't tell you. I'm nineteen, I haven't been in a relationship for 4 years. Well, I had boyfriends before;

The first one never had a chance to kiss me, well he did but only on my cheeks, so with me. He left me because he was caught by his mother and told him to break up with me because his mother assured to him that I wasn't made for him and he wasn't made for me I cried, of course because he was my first! But so far, I'm thankful that he did that because my map gave me a wide direction to the person who taught me the real meaning of true love;

The second one, what I felt for my first boyfriend was real, but not absolutely. The second one is My First True Love. It was indeed cheesy, our relationship was very cheesy. He never did punch me, unlike other relationships, they say they punch each other because they also treat each other as friends, but not him, he was way too sweet that sometimes before he touches me, he'll ask permission first. He is very concervative to his girlfriend (me).

I still remember that day, our first kiss was held outside my house when he drove me home. There were sparks flying all over us.To be honest, I still regret breaking up with him. Well yes, you heard that? I broke up with him even though I know he was the best I would ever have. And oh wait! One thing! He was the very first guy who proposed to me. I didn't say no, but I didn't say yes too. Win-win.

Fate is the cause of all these, but I don't blame fate. I know there is someone out there who was purposely made for me. But what is this? I'm turning twenty next year and my prince charming is not yet around? Is he on traffic? Is he looking for me too? I don't know! He should probably be looking for me! If the day comes when we will be married already and I'll ask him if did he ever thought of his future wife and he'll say no, I would strangle his neck and kill him!

Kidding.

Of course I wouldn't do that! I will spend every day, every hour, every minute, and every second of my life just to be with him. I will even take all risks!

But what makes me sadder is that, when will he arrive with a white horse on him and a prince-like suite? I swear to God if we will already be together I will let him wear a Prince's suit just like on a fairytale to make me feel like a princess.

I still do believe in Fairytale stories and Happily Ever After stories.

You have my permission to laugh at me, no problem. I even laugh at myself too. I am weird and childish you know.

By the way, I've gone too far.

My mother and father is living happily in Malibu.

My older brother, Jake Lanvon, lives peacefully and 'richfully' with his wife, Barbara Lanvon, in Verona.

My older sister, Kathryn Jay Lanvon, lives in Italy because of her huge business there. She's still single. She's hot as hell, I told her a billion times to go modelling but she doesn't want to. She enjoys managing her fancy restaurant. So I agreed with her decision, it's her life anyway, not mine.

I am nineteen years old, well you know that! I live in London, with my best of friend, Maggie West, awesome lass! We live in my house, well not really mine but it's my father and mother's. And because no one's living here anyway so they gave it to me instead so that there will be somebody who would take care of it, me. Well accept the fact.