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fucked up fairytales.

Love is… messy. Sometimes the prince is undecided or just an asshole. Sometimes he’s disappointing, drunk, impatient or a playboy. Sometimes love has to deal with slutty Snow Whites and jealous Sleeping Beauties. Sometimes Cinderella turns out to be troubled. Maybe she has been hurt before, who knows if she’s broken or even shattered.
Sometimes the right princess falls for the wrong prince, and while she’s waiting for him to come and catch her, he may be gone. He took the white horse with him and went to pick up the slutty wrong princess.

But sometimes, the right prince falls for the wrong princess. Sometimes, there's a wonderful, shy prince hidden behind a mask, willing to come out, and princesses are too blind or too busy falling for the wrong prince to notice him, or just too lazy to wait for him.

Sometimes princes can be dicks, sometimes princesses can be bitches.

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All this time I've been acting like it doesn't get to me, like I don't care and I don't need you in my life, and part of that acting, was actually true. I'm okay now, I learned to deal with it.

But sometimes I see you in my dreams, you know. I see you right there, talking to me like nothing happened, like we were supposed to be. And during that tiny moment, right when I wake up, I swear I still can feel your presence, I still hear your voice. But then I remember the way you closed the door of your life right in my face, and that's when anger comes. Anger or hurt. Maybe it's hurt. After all, it still gets to me, I still care, and I don't need you, but I miss you. God, I do.