Once upon a time, I fell in love. I had thought I found my Romeo. I was intoxicated with the idea of love. Love was the only drug I wanted to consume, and He was the only supplier I wanted it from.

Once upon a time, I was completely in love. I became addicted. My heart loved Him so much, it became dependent on just His existence.

Once upon a time, my heart completely failed to see Her. She was His Juliet. He was Her Casanova. They fit perfectly together, like puzzle pieces. But where did I fit into this equation?

Once upon a time, I fell out of love. My addiction had consumed me, and He had left a broken human when he went with Her. I forced to see Them everyday. Together. Every touch leaving me more and more numb, the pain finally fading away.

Once upon a time, my farytale didn't have a happy ending.