A story never heard nor wrote. My life is that myth. Everything
was perfect, my life was amazing. It was complete, and after losing my parents
when I was 2 years old, I only had my brother who was mentally not well. I wasn’t
a rich girl, I was living a poor hard life but I had love surrounding me. I had
everything I wanted, I was happy and soon me and my fiancé were going to get married.
Both of us belonged to the same class and were living a life of hardwork but we
loved each other and that makes every other thing small. I loved him crazily, I
was mad after him. So was he. I was living a life of fairytales.