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:: Brim's POV ::

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime.." Said Ruth B in her song goes by Dandelions.

I admit that sometimes I do dream of someone having their eyes on me, and only me.

Someone who tells me I'm the most beautiful girl in their world.

...and someone who genuinely loves me. Not just for what I have.

But those are thoughts that are buried deep inside my heart. Meeting various kind of people changes my perspective of the world I'm living in.

Yes.

The reality screams "Snap out of it! This is not a fairy tale!"

I used to be obsessed with fairy tale books where every single princess in the story, no matter what they do for a living, if they are rich or poor they will in the end somehow, found her own prince... and they live together happily ever after!

My younger self would love that.

It was during my childhood when I was 10. But that one twisted event of someone who I thought liked me back left me, wasn't enough to snap me out of it that everything won't always be going well.

. . .Until I was 17, the worst heartbreak I ever got. I learned my lesson.

I've got the worst love story. Wait.

Is it even called love? I can't really tell.

One of them gaslighted me in a way so that I could break up with them.. I trusted him. I loved him. But he made me said things that I didn't mean.

"Fine, let's break up. Those are the words you've been waiting for me to say right?!"

I raised my voice, I'm shaking. I'm nervous and the tip of my fingers felt cold. I can feel something building up in my throat and it's not a pleasant feeling. I feel like tearing up but I held back.

"You wanna keep your reputation as the famous jerk, that no ones
believe that you are the real jerk? Fine."

My voice is shaking. I bet he noticed.

"What kind of nonsense are you saying? What reputation?"

I ignored his nonsense and continued,

"Just wanted to let you know,"

"It wont make any change. People will know eventually you are not what they think you are.."

I bit my lower lip, a bit hesitant to leave because I know damn well once I take a step back and be gone from him for good, we won't be the same anymore. We will be complete stranger. I won't be seeing the gentleman, the sweet, the caring person I've known before.

Late night conversation that causes adrenaline rush will be no more.

That is where I let go all of the good times I could ever had in my life, after walking away from him.

Since then, life has been so gloomy.

Little did I know, there's so much things to do other than chasing love and love only in this world.

. . .And I guess that's the story on how I started to be hopeless romantic?

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