A/N: The lines aren't working? Don't seem to be. Ah well. Please read.
Once upon a time...
They say you'll know when you meet the person you're destined to fall in love with. They lie. It isn't true. Don't listen.
Once upon a time...
They say that fireworks will explode gongs will boom and you'll see stars. They may be right about this. I'll have to check.
Once upon a time...
They say that somewhere out there, there's someone that will understand you for the rest of your life, and never, ever be wrong for you, even if you think they are. This is entirely unfair. It makes it hard to yell at her. I manage.
Once upon a time...
I didn't know when I met her. How could I? She was a snobby little thing with bushy hair who reminded me of my mother.
Once upon a time...
About the fireworks bit.
Does arguing so much that your ears go all funny and your head hurts count?
Once upon a time...
Of course, she isn't wrong for me. How could she be? But I like to think she is sometimes. It makes it easier to be self-righteously angry.
Once upon a time...
I only fell in love with her after I met her. It has occurred to me that doing things the other way around could be very complicated.
Once upon a time...
We argued constantly. All the time. Yelling and fighting tooth, claw, and nail. Yes I mean that figuratively. Don't give me that look.
Once upon a time...
I'm not wrong for her either. She insists. And I've managed to be vain enough, on occasion, to believe her.
And they lived happily-ever-after.
A/N: I honestly don't know quite what this was. I set out to write a story in fairy-tale format and, well, this happened. Please let me know what you think.