i don’t believe in a fairy tale kind of love story.
call me jaded. call me cold-hearted. call me whatever.
i just don’t believe in it.
maybe it’s because i’ve never experienced the kind of love that seems too good to be true.
or, maybe it’s because my version of perfect love is slightly skewed from everyone elses.
but i do know one thing.
it describes my husband perfectly. it describes me perfectly.
it describes us perfectly.