I have met the most faithful man in the world, he’s my father. I was born to be the result of his loyalty and love for my mother. I was born and I live a life of a princess. A princess with no prince and won’t be needing one.

“Ms. Chance!” A voice called my name so I stopped from walking and calmed myself. Then a haggard face of my employee welcomed my sight. “We ran out of mocha cake coffee powder,” he immediately uttered while standing in front of me.

I just rolled my eyes in response and resume walking. “Then buy, you already know what to do.”

“No, Miss. I do not know yet. I just got hired earlier and then my partner is on her day off—”

“Shh,” I cut him off then faced him. “Who the hell, hired you?” I raised my eyebrows at him. I expect him to bow his head but he kept on looking straight at me.

“Uh, you, ma’am. Have you forgotten how we met and then unexpectedly, you just hire me? You even told me that I will be your driver when I finish my job here in your café during the evening.” He smiled genuinely which just made my eyes grew bigger.

“No. That’s not true. I haven’t even met you.” I disaccorded. “And, I don’t even remember hiring anyone who’s untidy looking as you.” I added as I looked at him from toe to head.

“Is that an insult? Well, you totally could have really forgotten it.” he frowned.

“You have nothing more important to say? I still have lots of errands to do. Excuse me.” I moved my head from left to right and completely left him.

“Miss! The coffee powder?” I heard him asked once more but I didn’t even respond for once again.

-

I reached the university safely and a lot of students have greeted me and smiled at me. I was wearing my formal uniform with my hair just freely resting on my shoulder. I directly proceed to my class.

“Alright, good morning. Just remain seated and let’s begin our discussion. But before that, submit backwards and to the center your writing activities. Once your piece interests me, I would put it in a frame and display it in my coffee shop.” I smiled simply.

“Miss,” A student of mine, raised her hand so I looked at her. She asked, “why do you always let us write about unhappy endings? Don’t you want us to proceed believing in fairytales like we used to since our childhood?”

I smiled before starting my dialogue. “Someday, you will understand me. I am trying to change your perspective about happy endings and fairytales. Because we live in reality and loving doesn’t work the way we usually see and listen.”

“Yet, love is a magical feeling.” One of the students interrupted. I gave him a glance.

“Do you have any proof of your statement, Mr. Gallenza? How can you say, so?” I asked.

“People who are in love can relate to that.” Another student added.

“Have you all tried falling in love, students? Were you free? Were you allowed to date? Does your parents know? Are you even sure about it? Entering a relationship is fine, since you learn and you grow. But putting your own beliefs of love in your relationship won’t make it work. If you just do it because you are expecting to be happy and feel the butterflies, believe me. Your life is ain’t a movie that is scripted, nor a book that is well plotted and written.”

“I had a crush.” The class nerd spoke. Everyone’s attention turned to her.

“Oh. Continue, Ms. Desala.” I smiled and provide her the cue to continue.

“He’s every girl’s dream. Rich, famous, hot, smart and talented.” She continued as a beautiful smile was plastered on her face as if she was so in love. “And because I am a half chinese, it’s a tradition to arrange a marriage of the two children and it turned out, I was arranged to marry him.” Her smile widened and everyone inside the classroom shouts and shivers in excitement.

“Lucky.” Her classmate commented.

“But you know, you’re all just influenced by wattpad and kdrama. It doesn’t happen in real life, guys. It’s just all in my head.” She chuckled spreading her hands as if opening a curtain, which made everyone, including me, frown.

“You’re such a foolish one.”

“That’s what I am telling you. Love is a lie. It’s an assumption of a person who missed to feel it.” I shrugged and cut them off before going on to reality— our topic.

The class was quiet as I let them watch a movie to reflect on. As they were watching, I read their essays containing their opinions about ‘first love never dies’. But I don’t think there’s such thing as that. Love dies, love fades and love is just an imaginary feeling we thought is true.

I remember admiring my dad for being loyal to my mom. She was his first girl, and he was her first man. They were each other’s firsts and I adore their love story so much.

Yet, you might be curious why I don’t believe in love. And you will all know about it soon. For now, let me spread the fake rumors about love at it’s fullest.

“Alright, for your another task to be submitted tomorrow, write a two-line poem that explains the falseness of love. Class dismiss.” I smiled sweetly at them and they left the class by their own.