i've been dreaming of a true love's kiss...

No. my muscles froze and my hands automatically crept into my hair, pulling at its very roots. no. don't even think about it.

and a prince i'm hoping comes with this...

"lewin."
he said in his deep voice.
"lewin."
he said as he kissed me.
"lewin."
he said as we went down.

that's what brings happy-aftering so happy...

i could feel his breath on my neck. his sweet cologne filled my nose and his face, my vision. he was my world. he was my saviour. he was my being. my heart. my soul.

that's the reason we need lips so much...

he drew back. my eyes fluttered open and widened with suprise. i could not believe what i was thinking. what i was dreaming. what i was hearing.
"lewin, i'm leaving."

for lips are the only things that touch...

"what?"
was my only answer as he stood up. sweat glistened on his body, outlining the strong muscled body of a man who worked out oh so frequently.
"what did you say?"

so to spend a life with endless bliss...

he locked me with a steely gaze and repeated his sentence, though slower as if he were talking to an idiot.
"lewin, i'm leaving. thank you for being my toy."
a smirk played on those loving lips. on those cruel lips.

just find who you love...
i tugged hard at my hair. the pain was bliss.

through true...

my eyes widened. No.

love's...

i fumbled for my handphone. or something. something to throw. something to just stop this thing. No.

kis-

i hurled my hair brush at the innocent little CD player at the corner of my room and the loud crash resonated throughout my room, throughout my skull. then, silence.
the song had ended in a loud, painful crash.
like a car smashing into a tree.
like a nose being smashed into a face.
like my heart shattering into more then a million pieces as he said those words:

i don't love you anymore. not even a little to start with.