Once upon a time there was a little girl with freckles. Her parents loved her so much and feared for her that they made her live in a cosy colorful bubble of happiness and tenderness. She was told only stories with happy ever endings and fairy tales where even witches were kind and goblins were cute.
As the little girl grew older, she soon realized that life's daily situation doesn't always turn out as she would expect the fairy tales that lulled her childhood to. The sun felt suddenly colder and the colors seemed less bright. Witches were real and mean and goblins were ugly and crabby. As for prince charming, he was nowhere to be found...
Our little girl became a woman and although she became more down-to-earth, she kept secretly hoping that she will one day fall in love with Mr. charming (no more royalty needed!) and that they will live happily ever after.
She met and fell in love with a charming young man. Butterflies in the stomache and lovers gaze. She didn't need to live in a castle, nor a fairy to turn a pumpkin into a Ferrari. Her fairy tale was made of littles things like waking up next to him in the morning, and catching that first smile which is gonna brighten her day. Shopping for groceries together and fooling around in the kitchen. Longing for that moment to hear his voice...Sharing...the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly...
These happy snapshots seems far way now...what happened? Something is wrong. She doesn't know what is it exactly, but something just feels so wrong...
"Why are we stumbling down the road?" she keeps asking herself. Is it her? is It him? Us? Are all stories doomed to the same inevitable unhappy end?
As the little girl grew older, she soon realized that life's daily situation doesn't always turn out as she would expect the fairy tales that lulled her childhood to. The sun felt suddenly colder and the colors seemed less bright. Witches were real and mean and goblins were ugly and crabby. As for prince charming, he was nowhere to be found...
Our little girl became a woman and although she became more down-to-earth, she kept secretly hoping that she will one day fall in love with Mr. charming (no more royalty needed!) and that they will live happily ever after.
She met and fell in love with a charming young man. Butterflies in the stomache and lovers gaze. She didn't need to live in a castle, nor a fairy to turn a pumpkin into a Ferrari. Her fairy tale was made of littles things like waking up next to him in the morning, and catching that first smile which is gonna brighten her day. Shopping for groceries together and fooling around in the kitchen. Longing for that moment to hear his voice...Sharing...the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly...
These happy snapshots seems far way now...what happened? Something is wrong. She doesn't know what is it exactly, but something just feels so wrong...
"Why are we stumbling down the road?" she keeps asking herself. Is it her? is It him? Us? Are all stories doomed to the same inevitable unhappy end?
1 commentaire:
the little girl is not wrong, neither life is... It's just a dark cloud that crosses her sky and it's gonna get clear soon..
Don't ever doubt in God, he's made it like that, you have to suffer a little bit to be able to feel happyness for it's real value... your dreams will come true one day.. be sure of that.. 'till then remember :
You just call up my name
And you know whrere ever i am
I'll come running
To see you again
Winter , spring
Summer or fall
All you've got to do is call
And i'll be there, yes i will
You've Got a friend!!!!
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