Growing up, we all read or heard about fairytales like how Cinderella found her true love in a ball, lost her shoe and the prince found her and happily ever after. But the truth is, in reality, love was no fairytale made overnight. Love is not just pure happiness that happens instantly. You would not know about each other overnight. It takes time. It takes a lot of emotions. Love is not an easy thing. Cause one minute you guys could look at each other like God placed the universe in their eyes and the next minute, you could be crying your eyes out, burying your face into the pillow, wondering what you did wrong, crying till you fall asleep. Growing up, I always admired my parents. Yes, Conard and Isabel Fisher. Their love story was always a fairytale to me. But after I finally grew up, I just didn't feel that way anymore. I felt love was more of a pain, rather than happiness. But hey, all love stories are different. There will always be happy ending. Will it?