From the very beginning, life was not a fairytale. It jumped straight to reality, even before it all started. Everything was so real, there was no white horse with prince charming in the carriage but just a white metal car with black strips. I felt very at home being in that car, ever since I rode in it. The stiffness and uncomfort I felt when riding the white horse did not exist in this white little car. The happiness was real, there were no hiding or pretending. Most importantly, I was myself and that matters a lot. The hidden fantasy behind all these was in fact quite sweet in a way. The giggling and laughing came sincerely from my heart, and there is no doubt that Mr. Normal is and will be my fantasy.
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