Everything I had ever read in fairy tales suggested that true love comes to everyone.
I always sought them out, as my kind of safe haven, my sanctuary. They comforted me with their tales of beautiful maidens and dashing princes. And what I loved the most… was at each end, I could always count on those beautiful, shining six words, which assured me that everything would be perfect…
'And they lived happily ever after'.
And I would sigh happily, a part of my mind still trapped in that fairy tale induced splendor, dreamily repeating 'happily ever after', and content in the knowledge that I too could live happily ever after some day.
What a lie…