Fairytale has gone
OK, I admit I am a little sentimental these 
days. I begin to doubt somebody and something around me, I begin to be afraid of this world. I don’t what the problem is, either what’s going on with myself, I am deeply at sea.
I quarreled with Nicholas last night, and this has been the fifth time we make war upon this month. I changed, and I think he was not him any more. I do not believe his promises, even words to me. I do not think he will put a charming wedding dress on me by self. At one time of the past, we once gave each other, to be exact, he gave me promises that he would make me the most beautiful bride all over the world.
But, that’s true, I changed, I am not myself any longer. In the past, when Nicholas expressed him to me, I would jumped into his embrace and answer with sensible manner: just give me an informal wedding dress, we can take pictures outdoor, and a kiss, and that’ enough. Then we hugged each other and laughed loudly. That happy feeling is real and deep, even we only ate porridge and steamed bread, we felt satisfied.
Marriage seems father and father from me, or us. I can’t imagine out the scene we are in wedding ceremony and my look in wedding dress, and his expression at the time. I lost myself and him as well.
Is that true? When love meets with reality, it will change the channel and turn into worldliness. And why?
