She then met a boy. A boy who told wonderful stories. The stories amazed her. He amazed her.
She wanted a life worth writing a story about and this boy seemed like the perfect knight in shining armor. He was responsible, interesting, tall, dark, handsome and seemed to know everything!
She imagined going on all the adventures with him. It excited her all the more to go on an adventure with this wonderful boy.
She then dreamed of a family (which wasn't really part of her plan - not that she had a plan of some sort). She was excited about him and her and mini them's bouncing and flying around on their mini adventures.
Everything was perfect in her imagination... but...
This boy wanted a white picket fenced house in the suburbs, and maybe a mini-van. He wanted a house with state of the art locks and alarms.
He wanted safe.
The same locks that made him feel safe are the same locks that made her feel trapped.
The same adventures that made her feel alive made him feel scared.
Anyway, time passed, the girl loved the house with the locks and the alarms and the picket fence.
There was a comfy bed and nice furnitures. The boy gave her all that money can buy. Scrumptous food on the table, linens, clothes. They were happy.....
but not for long...
The girl still had the feeling that something was missing. She missed the adventures.
She blamed the boy for her sadness.
She doesn't want to be sad. She wanted to be happy in the house with the boy she loved and their mini-me's.
The more she pretended that the house was enough for her, the more she grew farther from the boy.
You see, the girl never got her adventure, and she lost the boy. This wasn't a fairytale......
Maybe a fairy god mother or some magic dust could reset time and the girl could've lived happily ever after with her knight in shining armor in their white picket fenced house with double locks and alarms and having adventures with their kids every weekends.
If only.
-The End-
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