True love. Now that's a story everyone loves to talk about.It's a kind of fantasy every one never seem to wear out. Meeting your Mr. Right, the one they say that would sweep you off your feet, the man of your every dream. It's like a contagious disease that once you get caught, what happens next is beyond your taking. But what is it really with us that keeps us wishing, hoping, longging for something we never even know existed? Despite every failure and pain. Pure stupidity if you ask me, sure, it really is wonderful thinking about having to live happily ever after with the person whom you love and who loves you back. But those kind of things only happens in fairytale and with our case, it's better to face the reality - more brains and less hearts. And that's exactly what i've been doing for the past 28 years, until Steven came. A man who had change my life and my beliefs. A man who had made me believe in fairytales, the man who had taught me how to dream.
June 8 2012, Friday. It was a day I'm sure never to forget, not because I caught my boyfriend, I mean Ex-boyfriend cheating on me with some other girl he met on the bar, but because it was also the day I met Steven Curt.
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A/N: THIS IS THE PROLOUGE OF MY NEWLY THOUGHT OF STORY, PRAY THAT I WOULD BE ABLE TO FINISH IT!!! TOODLES!
