When i was a kid i love fairytale endings, those kind which always let the good triumph over evil. I thought Cinderella stories are possible in real life, i was left hoping to meet my prince charming tonight.
As i grow up i realized the awful truth, happy ever afters are hard to do. All of a sudden every childhood dream of mine came crashing down, I realized that in reality darkness engulfs light.
Suffering comes hand in hand with love, the more you love, the more painful it gets. When a relationship fails and you're heart's cut open, the wound heal but the stinging pain remains.
Now i sit here, im not the foolish child any longer, all those fantasies of happy ever afters are gone. I face the truth that life isn't perfect, i tell you now "I don't believe in fairytales."