"But… I can make you"

Before I could even think his mysterious face was rapidly approaching mine. Next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. I immediately kneed him in the groin and pushed him into the hall. I don't know who this man thinks he is, but he is definitely insane.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I exclaimed.

"Long shot, I had to try." he stated. "I was hoping you felt as I did"

How insane is this guy? After all of thirty seconds he thinks that he has the right to kiss me? I don't know where this man is from but he doesn't have the right to knock on my door and think he knows about my life.

"I know all you'll feel is handcuffs when I call the cops"

"Look I know this seems crazy, but you have to listen to me. You have to remember." He says.

I cut him off by shutting the door. This man needs to be locked up. I can't fathom what might be swirling through that man's head. A world of real fairytale characters? Who does he think I am? A nutjob? The only crazy one is him, the insomnia ridden scoundrel dressed like a pirate you might see in a movie. I don't know what his deal is but I don't want that kind of insanity in my life.

"Who was at the door?" Henry asks. I really don't want to answer. I don't want to worry him, but I know he won't stop till he has his answer.

"Don't know, someone must have let the door open downstairs." I answered. "Come on, let's eat"

I walked back to the table where Henry and I ate our breakfast every morning. I sat down and started to eat my pancakes. But the strange encounter has ruined my appetite.

"Sorry Henry, I'm suddenly not that hungry." I got up quickly from the table and washed off my plate.

"Okay mom, I'll clean up the rest." He replied

"Thank you for understanding." I said and kissed him on the head on my way to my bedroom.

I walked into my room and softly shut the door behind me. I leaned up against it for support to keep me standing. I cannot stop thinking about that man. I know I shouldn't be. After everything that just happened I should be scared of this man, a probable stalker. But my instincts tell me that from his actions he would never hurt me. When I opened that door and looked into his eyes, it was like he knew me before. His bright blue eyes enlightened with joy under the dark, black eyeliner. He was handsome, dashing, and certainly brave to approach me like that.

I stop leaning on the door and look at the picture of a pirate ship hanging on my wall. I don't remember where or when I ever got it but yet I have always been so attached to it, like I was bound and tied to the boards of the mysterious ship that looks real enough like it was an actual photo instead of a flawless painting. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a pirate. What it would be like to have no worries and just go day by day. But I have Henry, and that is the only life I will ever want.

His story. How do I even start? What family is he talking about? I have never met my parents, they had the nerve to leave me on the side of a road. I have never found a place where I feel at home. But now, I have my son. Without him I would never had kept my sanity through all these years. I have never had a real family until now. All I have ever had was foster homes with people who used me as a meal ticket. I have always dreamed of my parents coming to find me. The day they would magically appear in my life and take me home to a perfect house with a white picket fence. I counted the days until I had lost hope of them ever trying. After 29 years I still wonder why they would never have the urge to meet their child, but I never thought that they were in some sort of danger. Why would they need me to save them? They left me all those years ago and they suddenly need my help? It's the biggest load of crap I have ever heard of. They never made an attempt to save me so if they ever did actually need my help why should I?

At the same time, I want to believe this man. I know it's crazy but when he looked at me, I felt like I knew him. He looked at me with such wonder; I have never had anyone look at me like that before. I don't understand why he kissed me, but based on fairytales, he must have been trying True Love's kiss. Like in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty where the handsome prince kisses the sleeping princess and they live happily ever after; they wake from their deep slumber and live their lives with their true love, like they never doubted that they would be found. He must have really loved me, and I must have loved him. How he knows my name is another question as well. But something about my name on his lips seems like it fit there. It seems like I remember him saying it before.

But this is reality, and that cannot be possible. There are no happy endings in this world. All those fairytales are only stories. I don't know why I am even considering this as legit. But as soon as I think that I know. It's because I want to believe his story. I want to believe that I have parents who suddenly need me, who want to know me. I want to believe in happy endings, but there is nothing that shows me that they are possible, like they are just too far out of reach.

I want to find this kind of adventure. I have always taken the hard path. How is this different? The gears are grinding around in my head and suddenly I hear something.

"When have you ever taken a real leap of faith?"

I don't know where I have heard that or who said it to me, but I know that is exactly what I need to do. I swiftly exit my room and slam the door. I walk down the hall and tell Henry that I will be back soon, grab my keys and jacket and open the door from my apartment. I take one last look behind me and then head downstairs to the lobby of the building, bounding down the steps with determination. When I reach the lobby and take a quick look around.

The man is gone.

I spot a neighbor of mine by the doorway on his phone and approach him. "Have you seen a man that came in here a few minutes ago?" I question him.

"Yeah, the owner just called the cops and he was taken away in the back of the squadcar. Looks like he broke in through the door, nobody let him in." he replied. "You know him?"

"No" I answered honestly and headed outside through the, now broken, door. I walk around the building to my yellow bug and put in the keys. I pull out with a destination in mind and hope in my heart. I know exactly what I need to do right now, and for once, have no doubt in my mind or my heart that this is what I have to do. I need answers and I hope that I can trust this man. And suddenly I am filled with confidence, because after all that is what I need right now; Fairytales, because that is exactly what they are.

Hope.