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I met him when I was thirteen years old, he was eighteen.
for five years, he was nothing more than a pipe dream.
Today I am twenty one years old and he twenty-six. I could not foresee that a day so something could happen to me. I thought the novels were wrong, and that loved ones for years in deep silence might also love us.
I was wrong. He proved that.
And today I believe in love.


I was alone, being with the wrong guy, before you start dating the Rômulo, the boy in this photograph.
I dated a jerk named Bruno, an aggressive and stupid guy who yelled at me and scared me a lot.
I know it seems hard to understand because there are girls who date this type of man.
My problem was that I was afraid of him, afraid that if I depart, he can hurt me.
The days passed and I lost aa will to live. I could not talk to people, could not leave the house ...
I went into depression and had more psychological problems.
The doctors began to prescribe me medicine ...
and my life seemed a path through a dark tunnel and without end.
One day ...
I found the Rômulo, a boy who lived in my mind since I was thirteen.
more like a dream ...
but was not.
Romulo, as a hero of fictional stories took me away from Bruno, the villain. Protected me and guided me into the light of a new day.
in December, we will complete three years of dating. Three years in which I am happy.
I do not know if I deserve such happiness.
In the three years I dated Bruno, I was a shadow. Pale, timid and scared. I have not forgotten things, unfortunately. But I know that one day, all those bad memories go away, if it never really happened.
No more nightmares.
I still get scared when someone moves suddenly, but believe me ... I'm happy.