There was ever a time when I believed in storybook romance and happily-ever-afters. There was a time when I believed that if I laughed, even the darkest storms can't harm me. There was a time when I believed that one should live with a dream, one which without, renders you nothing.

Don't get me wrong. I still do. It's just what you do to achieve it.

I've met a person whom I can't seem to lie to. Not that I want to lie to every being on earth, but the inability is scary. Just goes to prove how scary this person is to me. Yet the ironic thing is, neither can I seem to move away.