I grew up dreaming of being a princess and of having my own fairy tale. I am a hopeless romantic person, I guess? I wanted to see a knight in shining armor who could make other men seemed blurry beside him. I believed in prince charming whom I would paint the "happily ever after" with, right after we kiss in the midst of a butterfly swarm. I loved to stay beside a man who believes that we are soulmates even if the universe says otherwise.
I encountered a few moments where fairy tale town was so close to me - like 3 more steps and I would reach the castle. I met my prom king like Prince Hans of Frozen who cynically turned into evil in the end. And then there's a man who climbed my tangled hair all the way up to the tower to save me. How magical, right?
One day, things just collapsed. I don't know if I am just stupid, comparing my experience with Disney's legendary stories. Or it could be... fairy tale is possible in this world but I just ruined everything.
I wold like to believe that fairy tale is just a fabricated story found in a book made for children, so I need to wake up as I am already 22. I would like to believe that there are no princes and princesses because men and women tend to be heinous at some point in their lives. I would like to believe that there is no perfect love story as two people in it are full of flaws. I would like to believe that fairy tale is just a bull crap because people are humans who create mistakes and can never create such a perfect fairy-tail-ish record.
I would like to believe these things. I do not want to think that I had the chance to be like Cinderella or Snow White, but I just let the moment slip away for I chose to become a DIRTY wicked witch.
Regrets, go away, please.
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