iwantafairytale.

I want it all. Perhaps it's my age and the fact that I am still "naive". I suppose I know that I haven't truly faced any real problems in my life yet. I still hold that little bit of hope that i'm one of life's exceptions.

For me, it will be different. I won't have an average job, and perhaps I'll make a little more money than the average...

Maybe I will get married and have the greatest relationship with my best friend. We will fight but it will end over a shared glance from across the room and a familiar smile. We will still spend some of our free time suprising each other even after 20 years of being married because we still love each other as much as we always have.

He, with his kind demeanor and caring tendencies.

The smell of something delicious in the oven the moment you walk in the door; cookies perhaps. Yes, cookies. I will always have a cookie jar filled with some new recipe that I am trying out. When you walk in our house, it will always have that certain warmth that can only be explained by the feeling that one would have when spending time there. This house would be a home. It would not feel cold and neglected, nor would it ever have the essence of hatred and pain.

Pancakes in the morning on the weekends. Short, but meaningful breakfasts together every morning before work. Long goodbyes in the morning and a kiss every single night just before our heads hit our pillows and we fall into a sleep, and dream.

Shared conversations and dreams; hopes, failures, hardships, and jealousy: together we conquer it all.

The sound of our laughter drowns out the "realities" that all others will try to convince us of, and we no longer believe in them.

Together; our frail and aging hands will still grasp. My long, gray hair and perhaps your balding head. Nothing will have ever changed except our knowledge of the world.

We will be able to tell our grandchildren stories of our "fairy tale". They will know that perhaps the world isn't so cruel as it is made out to be.

We know, because we've experienced it.

This is my dream.

This is my fairytale.

Call me a dreamer, call me unrealistic.

There is still a big part of my heart that wants to believe all of this can happen, and an even bigger part that knows that it will.

I think many people forget of the stories we learn when we are children. There are so many things one can learn from a fairytale, or the "fiction" section at the library.

Life is like Harold and his purple crayon.

We all have to know reality, and when we have to "wake up", but when we dream, we can create anything.