Fairytales

I was once a little girl with fairytale dreams. Like all little girls, I believed there was a Prince Charming for me. Like all little girls, I believed I’d be someone’s princess, someday. Like all little girls, I believed in ‘Happily Ever After…’

But then I grew up.

Days melted into years, and I wondered if I’d ever find my fairytale. If I’d ever find my Prince Charming. If I’d ever be His princess.

Suitors came and went. In each of them, I’d try to find my story. I’d try to search their eyes for a ‘Happily Ever After’.

There came a time, three years back, when my dreams broke, my heart hurt and I stopped believing …almost.

That’s when my Prince walked into my life.

Birds sang, flowers bloomed… I knew I’d found the right page, the right fairytale.

Like every fairytale, mine experienced the good and the bad, the twists and the turns, the kind and the wicked.

I felt a feeling I’d never remotely come close to feeling before – a feeling of Love. True Love. Real Love. Forever Love.

All love songs seemed to be sung for us, all love quotes seemed to be penned for us. He was my world, and my world was Him.

But then something snapped.

The page tore, the story ended…

The flowers wilted, the birds stopped singing, the sun stopped shining, the rainbow disappeared.

My eyes cried, my heart broke.

I try, everyday, to pick up the pieces of my heart and put them back together.

I try everyday to not look back.

I try everyday to not feel love.

I try everyday to believe that this wasn’t my fairytale.

But, the pain doesn’t go…

Truth is, there are no fairytales. They only exist in dreams.
And if they do exist in this world, then not all of them have happy endings…

The little girl inside has grown up with me. And now, she no longer dreams; she no longer hopes; she no longer believes.


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[Girl in the Mirror]