Bittersweet

Growing up I was always the kind of girl you'd find in the library, finding comfort inside the pages of a book. Don't think me an intellectual as most of what I read were just romance novels, nevertheless books were always my sweet escape, the ones I could go to no matter what was going on on the outside. I always enjoyed how I felt when I had my mind in a story, how I could live through someone else, how I could feel so intensely in a way that my own life never made me feel. I felt alive.
And obviously, just like any person who believed in fairytales and watched way too many Disney movies for their own good, I wanted my own love story. I wanted the prince who would sweep me off my feet, I wanted someone I could fall head over heels for, someone with whom I could, for once, have my own happily ever after with. And I found him.
Or so I thought.
The thing is, sometimes you fall in love with the villain and, chances are, you won't even notice.