Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time I lived for fairytales.

I would stay up until midnight reading story books- coveting them like diamonds- drinking in the promises of magic, princes and a happily ever afters. My life was lived waiting for the twist in my tale, the magic spell that would push me into a whole new world with some funny words and a magic carpet ride. I couldn’t wait to escape to the royal ball, where I could wear a beautiful dress and dance with the man of my dreams.

I thought I found it once. I found a boy with a sparkling smile and a smouldering expression that could make me melt in seconds. He promised me the world so I spent months, years chasing him on his white horse- waiting for him to whisk me away to Neverland. But it slowly dawned on me that this Beast would never become a Prince, and that no fairy godmother could fix the mess I was in. I was lost in the woods, with no cottage for sanctuary and no huntsman to come to the rescue.

I don’t believe in fairytales anymore- there will be no happily ever after for me.