With the innocence that childhood brings to anyone, I grew up becoming fond of every fairytales I have read since I was seven.
I used to consider my little room as a palace on a far away land, and I --- a princess with my invisible tiara will someday meet my fairy-godmother that will help me attend a once-in-a-lifetime ball where I could finally meet my man or perhaps, a young brave prince might save this little damsel above the tower regardless of the dangers of a ferocious quest in the name of this so-called "love".
Believing that the world of all my imagined fairytales is actually an alternate reaIity.
That I, myself, would be able to have a "happily ever after"...once upon a time.
"...and they lived happily ever after."
I utter the same six words that appears on the last page of every fairytale I read.
I closed the book and put it down the bed.
A smile had then gradually curved from my lips, recalling the memories of how I used to wonder what happens after the "happily ever after" in every fairytale. What kind of life awaits beyond those six words on the page? Does it mean that they have lived their lives together filled with happiness and happiness alone?
In the sight of the real world,
I have witnessed broken relationships after the "I do's" were exchanged.
I have seen how a lovey-dovey couple bitterly grew apart.
I have heard stories of people loosing their tight grip on the rope "holding on".
All these presented testimonies are a total twist of the magical love tales. A vague plot different from the the usual fairytale tropes I've always read and became acquainted.
And there, I convinced myself that these magical six last words might be something that only exist on the pages of fairytale books.
But how could I be so certain? I asked my self once again...
[To be continued...]