Never Again

Once in my life I had believed in magic.

I have always been an avid fan of fantasy novels. Reading them at night since I was a kid had always been a habit of mine. Wouldn't it be wonderful to imagine yourself riding on a white horse with sweet-scented flowers and delightful melody in the background and as the sun sets, we will be walking on the springy turf with the warm breeze of air embracing our souls? How beautiful it is to imagine that as the dark night overlays the sky we will be connecting stars together, confessing our love in secrecy then we will patiently wait until the dawn transpires.

I really hate how these fairy tales and happy endings won't happen to me. I really hate myself for believing in these kinds of immature reasoning all along.

People say love is something that happens in the most unexpected time, place and the most unforeseen person. And I guess this has been totally right. For the past years this has always been the sad scenario; He badly wants to win her heart as badly as I wanted to win his.