Eating Fried Chicken in People's Square

I have a boyfriend. He's an elementary school teacher. I love the fried chicken across the street from his school. I also love eating fried chicken while peeking at him teaching from behind a short wall. But one day, I realized I didn't actually like him as much as I thought I did. So I __________. But I __________. The editor said old stories can't be deleted, so I had to replace it with something else. Sob, what a mess. Fairy tales are so cruel. They tell you about crossing mountains and rivers, princes and frogs, and make you think that finding what you seek means a happy ending. In fact, it's only the beginning. What comes after is longer: grime, darkness, and tears. You use a fairy tale as a treasure map and breadcrumbs as signposts. The moment you let down your guard and welcome a bright life, all you get are wounds, one after another, painfully scabbing over. Theme: