Fairytales
There comes a time in a girl’s life when she begins her search. Whether it’s after the first Disney movie she watches, or after her first encounter of a young boy she asks to borrow an eraser off, or there may not be a specific moment, only a slow motion that builds in momentum. But there is certainly a time, and most young girl will know or remember this time; the time she began her hunt for a fairytale.
She searches; for someone to sweep her off her feet and ride away with her into the sunset, for someone to see her when no one else does, for someone to protect her from the monsters and for someone to reveal the princess inside her. As she falls asleep she dreams, of a boy with his hair blowing in the wind as he crosses oceans to find her. In the day she wishes for a kiss like no other, she can’t help but wonder at the boys she meets along her journey, always on the lookout for that one special someone who will stand up in a crowd and pour his heart out. As she scribbles in her notebook her mind frolics through castles and towers, her pen sewing dresses on the page without her knowing, her imagination alive with sparkling jewels and secret passageways. Throughout her day she is always searching, always hoping; for her happily ever after.
As she grows from Disney movies to romantic comedies, the fairytale flows through, weaving them together like a spider web, holding her to the image of perfection. The web spirals through her life as she grows into a woman, and as her heart breaks maybe more than once the sticky strings heal her, bringing her new hope that her real fairytale; is still yet to come, that in fact it is right around the corner.
As her tufts of golden locks grow into a blur of blond, and as her love of teddy bears changes to a love of makeup she stares into the mirror and dreams of the day that someone will see the beauty that others before have missed. As she places a hat on her head she closes her eyes and sees the crowd rise in front of her as the crown comes to rests gently on her hair. She walks up the street, watches passers-by and wonders if any of those girls have found their fairytale. As she at times struggles with her life decisions and her past mistakes she is always hunting for that one; with the mysterious eyes that lead her down a rabbit hole of fireworks, she searches for the one with the strong hands that lead her gently down the steps awaiting a carriage of gold, she looks for the one with the soft lips that kiss her hand before they dance through the night. She is searching.