What we had was real but it all feels like a hundred years ago. It was a fairytale, but everyone knows, that fairytales will end one day. Now I'm wiser, I'm older. I'll never fall in that deep again 'cause I know better. But there are days when I miss that adventure even though it's not worth it. You're not worth it. It's just weird to know that I've been there. I've seen throw something what nobody ever will. I keep reading my diaries knowing the truth, knowing the deepest secrets of that most beautiful fairytale, which will never be told to anyone.
