" Love used to be enough. Love used to be exciting and everything, until it was not anymore, until the days of our golden dreams had perished. And until the warmth that helped me through the coldest nights have turned into a burning fire that burned my soul and heart into ashes. He became distant and invisible when he found his new world. It’s not that I failed to hold on tight. It’s not that I did loosen my grip. Maybe I wasn’t meant to experience what forever truly felt like. Maybe true love was not in the cards for me. And maybe I wasn’t meant to live in a perfect castle though I had a hope to live happily-ever-after. "

― Bea Pilotin