As I grew up, my mom would always share to me on how she was courted by my dad, how they dated and in short how perfect their love story was.
My dad died when I was 2 years old so I can’t remember anything about him nor how he really looked like, although I’ve seen some pictures of him. It’s been years now but my mom still and will always have my dad as her one and only true love.
That’s how I started believing that true love does exist just like the fairytales my mom used to share with me when I was young. How I wonder when I will ever find that perfect one, that perfect prince who can I have a happy ending with ?
But this dream of mine will be forever a fantasy. . .
It will never be a reality. . .
