I want a fairy tale.
As a little girl, I pretended to be a princess, wore dresses everyday, and just knew that prince charming would find me.
Then I got older.
I met my prince at sixteen years old in a Wendy's parking lot.
I found out that real love isn't a fairy tale.
It takes work.
You will inevitably be let down, hurt, and frustrated.
But I also found out that all that hard work is worth it.
I am now marrying my best friend in May 2011.
A different month and location than I had planned.
But it will be wonderful.
A promise to God and each other. And then a huge party afterwards.
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So, even though it's not what I thought it would be like when I was little, I still believe in fairy tales.
And I'm looking forward to a lifetime of being picked up, spun around, and looked at like I'm the only girl in the world.
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