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Love, love for me was a meaningless word I used to hear on TV or read in books. I taught it was a feeling that only exists in fairytales, where the prince with the white horse falls in love with the poor girl, and live happily ever after. I've never believed those stories of sacrifice, and promise with eternal love, but that changed at the moment when I saw him. He was my one true love but I don't think I was his.

He was everything to me, I was so in love with him that I couldn't see his true intentions, he came into my life at the time when I needed someone to care about me, someone to love me. So he used that against me and he hurt me in a way that I've never taught that dying was easier than experiencing that feeling. Now I am happy I found someone who truly loves me more than anything.