Recently I watched part of the movie Enchanted, and it got me thinking... Do you remember when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be. For some (ie me) it was the white dress, the prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. When I was a kid, I was a day dreamer...to this day I'm still a day dreamer, but these days my day dreams don't include the castle and the handsome prince. However, I do remember a time when I would lie in bed at night and close my eyes and had complete and utter faith in my future. But eventually and unfortunately I have grown up... The kid in me is a little more suppressed than it used to be... some nights I open my eyes and the fairy tale seems to be nothing more than a distant memory.
But then I look around, I see my friends, I see people, and I see their fairy tale come alive. It its alive and well in them, and together they are eachothers' prince and princess that live happily ever after. And when I see that it makes it hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely. Cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, that one day they will open their eyes and it has come true.