Prolouge
We all heard the stories about great castles with beautiful princesses, who are just waiting for their prince to rescue them from evil witches. The ones we trust most make us think that the good always wins. I used to believe I was part of something good. A friendship that was destined to be something much bigger and better. She was the beautiful princess and I was supposed to be her prince. Her one and only. Meant to be together till the end. Meant to live happily ever after. We all want to take part in these fairytailes, don't we? But in my very own fairytale I'm not playing the part of Prince Charming or a knight in shining armor. I'm more like the evil witch or mean step-mother. I'm the one standing in the way of true love and happiness.
I never meant to fall so deep. But I just know that we are meant to be together. We've been freinds since she threw a handful of sand into my eyes. We shared crayons in kindergarten, traded or lunch in school and feared the first day of Junior High together. Everybody always said we would end up married someday. We were best friends. Boy and girl. It was only natural to fall in love along the way, wasn't it?
It seemed that my theory lacked one fundamental obstacle: Miley Stewart!