Fairytale.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed of being swept off her feet.

A dashing young gentleman would see what everyone else failed to see and wouldn't be able to contain his feelings for her. 

He would triumph many obstacles in pursuit of her.

And in turn, she would love him because he first loved her. 

Once upon a time, I wanted that.

That's all I wanted. 

But the charming man I perceived as a prince was actually a cleverly disguised pauper. 

And at every chance he had, he took the route that bettered him over all else in the land.

That's when I discovered that all the things I ever wanted, the only dreams I dare dream, were not really the biggest dreams I could dream.

I need space to roam.
I need obstacles to climb.
I need something bigger than myself to live for.
And I will not settle for the smallest dreams I can dream.
That just isn't meant for me.

I'm writing my own fairytale.
Full of crazy turns, bountiful laughter, thousands of tears, millions of footsteps, nights of exhaustion, people from all walks of life, and beauty few ever truly see.
And I am beyond excited.