If you're reading this it, I should probably warn you: this isn't the typical love story where a girl and a boy meet and they love each other instantly and they live happily ever after and all that shit Disney makes it seems like.

No.

This story is quite different. I'm not a princess, he's not a prince. It was neither True Love nor Soul Mates things. I'm a girl, yes, and I fell head-over-heels for a boy, yes, but we didn't live happily ever after.

...

At nineteen, I'd seen the whole world a couple of times. I was always traveling, always moving on. I never knew my parents, or any other relative, so I only had myself. And that was okay for me. I moved around the realms, never staying in one for more than a couple of days. I stole things for a living, worked for powerful wizards and witches, learning from them and doing their dirty works...

The only thing I didn't cared about discovering was love.

And guess what happened?

I fell in love.

And not the kind of love princesses has, it wasn't that romantic shit they talk about all the time.

It wasn't "True Love".

But it was the best that had happened to me.

What I felt for him was love. There was no doubt about it.

It was that kind of love you have for a person that the only thing you want to do is kill them, but at the same time, kiss the living hell out of them. It was the kind of love that makes you blind, and deaf, and jealous, and stupid, and angry, and happy, and sad, and joyous and confused. Really, really confused.

And of course, I hated it.

At first, like any other teenager could think, I said the only thing I felt for him was hate.

He was only an annoying bastard that annoyed me with his his whole existence. But he wasn't only that. He was a grown up man, he was older than me by a couple of years, (he even had a daughter!), he was devilishly handsome... (So handsome it should be a crime,) and he was charming when he wanted to, and funny...He was the man any girl could want.

But not me.

I didn't wanted him.

I hated him...

...Or so I thought.

Rumple always loved to see us fighting, he confessed to me that he could practically see us making out passionately after our fights...something that happened a couple of times, to be honest.

It was thanks to Rumple that I realized I loved Jefferson.

And when I did, there was no turning back.

The moment I accepted I loved him was the moment everything changed.

...

We actually were happy, for a couple of years we had everything we wanted. I finally had a family, I had Jefferson and I had Grace, his daughter.

And I was happy.

For the first time in my life I felt what real happiness was.

But of course, I should've remembered villains don't get happy endings.

Thanks to the Evil Queen from The Enchanted Forest, I lost Jefferson. One afternoon she came to our little house searching for him, begging him to help her. I don't know why, but Jefferson accepted...

I didn't see him again after that day.

I couldn't even say goodbye.

He just disappeared.

For months I searched for him, everywhere, but I couldn't find him. I tried to kill The Evil Queen, but that didn't worked quite well. Since I couldn't kill her, I cursed her.

I couldn't had my happy ending...then she wouldn't either. I worked with Rumplestilskin enough time to know about some nasty curses, and mine, I was sure was the worst one you could give a lonely empty hearted girl. The Evil Queen wanted a happy ending? She wasn't going to get one. Not here, nor in the stupid Land without Magic.

After a while, I accepted that destiny had played again with me. I accepted that I wouldn't, probably, see Jefferson ever again.

I settled down with Grace, and I tried to be a mother for her.

It worked quite well for some time, but then The Evil Queen's curse hit,

And we were sent to the Land without Magic.

There, I was separated yet again from the person I currently loved. Grace was sorted into a loving family that consisted from a mother and a father, and I was sorted out as her sister. We were together, but not in the way we were before.

And that hurt.

But I managed to overcome it. There on StoryBroke life could be dull, but it was kind of good, too. There was just so much calmness...there was no magic, so the only thing left to do was live your life. I had a new life, a new name and a new family.

I had a chance to start over as "Melanie Grace".

But it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

I remembered my life before the Curse.

I remembered Jefferson and our terrible "love story".

I remembered everything.

And that was the worst curse one could have.