Every chapter was the same
Each page, the same questions
But most importantly,
The writing, perfectly etched into the page, told a story of one girl’s dream; a fairy tale in the making.
But as the years dragged on, the princess grew tired, impatient and wary of miracles.
Locked up in a city of broken dreams, no prayer could save her from what wasn’t coming.
The prince never showed.
And as the nights grew colder, so did her heart.
This was no fairy tale but a story on the virtue of patience and one-sided love.
So the princess took the pen and wrote a happy ending of her own
Careful to include everything her heart desired yet impossible to attain.
Then she finally closed the book and broke free.
*For A.N. who inspired so much yet knew so little.
“I really wanted these pages to begin with, ‘Once upon a time,’ like all those lullabies.”