When I was young, I always dreamed of having my own beautiful unique wedding with the most perfect man whom I will spend the rest of my life with. I dreamed that it will start with heart fluttering encounter to sweet and hot kisses to promises of forever. I'm sure you have one too... dreams.
But... I was too young then to realize that such things can only happen in fairytale and movies. Little by little, my dream have shattered. The disappointment became deeper and deeper to the point where I lost the feeling of loving. All that there is to it is pain, suffering, endless agony. The repeated betrayal made me forget my dream. The only thing that keep me going is life. Haaaaa.
I should have been more vigilant in observing people, I should have been more alert to their nature, then maybe, I would have been spared from this pain. But why, why do i I have to re-live it from the start?