A M E L I A

I never really discerned the intensity of love I have for this man. It was always there, yes, and I did feel it in my bones every time he looked at me with his beautiful eyes, but never once did I realise how strong of a hold it had over me. 

Love has always been a beautiful concept to me. Since I was a little kid, I have always perceived it as butterflies and roses. The feeling that suddenly flushes into every vein of your body the moment your eyes meet the ones of your lover. I learnt love from the fairytales I heard as a child, the books of the princesses and the princes I drowned myself into when I started to understand things. 

Those fairytales crafted the idea of love for me back then and ever since. The thought that one day I’ll see my prince charming and my heart would skip a beat, the world would stop moving, time will slow around us, everything will disappear and it will only be us in that moment, has always mesmerised me. I always pictured myself just existing and the love of my life getting awestruck after just once glance, like those princesses and the princes. 

Maybe that’s why I have been a fan of cliches and fairytales my entire life. Love stories have become a part of my personality after I started reading every other one present on the shelves of those bookstores. 

A perfect love story is what I always craved.