I don't believe in fairy tales.

Neither do I have fantasies in my head.

My father was always a man of caution, protecting me from all the things that might hurt me.

I guess he learned those things from what he had experienced with my mother whom I've never known.

Do you think love is really worth it? If it just breaks you in the end?

I don't believe in fairy tales.

But I never knew that one day that will change.