"There's no such things like Cinderella story.
All those love stories which written, seen and told are nothing but lies, a mere escapes from bitter reality. Love is never that beautiful."
She keeps repeating these sentences inside her head over and over again, casting a spell to form the best defence for her sensitive heart (sensitive strings of emotion, to be exact and logic).
But life, never surrender to make her fall and fall again, just like those times.
She is just an ordinary person.
She never felt the happiness people get from drowning themselves in those kind of "unproductive engagement". Feeling happy, just to be hurt and then living their life in that never-ending cycle. "What a waste", she thinks.
Being 22 now, this is suposed to be the age she take the first step into society. This age is the glorious time to enjoy youth to the fullest, and the best time to nurture a more serious relationship. But here she is, busy with her post-graduate research, cutting all ties with the "nonsense" she avoid the most: love.