I’ve never liked fairytales! And I couldn’t grasp why people were so fond of them either. The idea of eternal love and living happily ever after had always seemed so ridiculous to me, and what I was witnessing right now was a living – or dead to be exact_ proof.

For the past 3 years life tricked me into believing that real love existed, and that maybe, just maybe, my life would turn into one of those fairytales I hated so much, but as it was well known, life is full for unexpected surprises. Ones that would knock the breath out of your chest and leave you there wondering:” why me? What have I done to deserve this misfortune?” But no matter how much I cried, no matter how loud I yelled, life was determined to ignore my helpless screams and left my questions without an answer.

I was on my way to work one day, I was a fashion reporter for Glamour _a well know magazine keeping up with the newest trends in fashion, gossip, diets, celebrities, and of course love stories. It was a normal day in my overstressed but glamorous life; I stopped by my favorite Starbucks shop just besides the magazine building to get my latté and as I was heading out I bumped into a huge pack of muscles! I was so grateful that I didn’t spell my latté on my one thousand dollars Gucci dress but that didn’t stop me from exploding a tornado of rage on the perfectly handsome man I was facing:

_Are you blind? Why don’t you try to walk with your eyes open next time? That would be helpfu