Fairytale? Almost....

There was a girl. She was amazing but she didnt know. She had a friend who tried to prove it but failed. This girl did not have a perfect life but then again who does. She was a believer, a believer in true love, that maybe a fairy tale could come true. Though her thoughts on this topic were inevitable, she was still afraid. Afraid that if she were to, what everyone calls "Fall in Love" that she would just shatter into pieces. She was fragile, didn't fragile objects break when they fell? Her friend slowly helped her to grow strong, her friend believed that she could turn something made of glass into steal. One day someone entered this girls life, she thought maybe this was the beginning of my fairytale. He..... He made this girls beliefs start to become more and more real. They conversed in conversations that would build the pathway to their castle. This friend was happy for her, stood by still attempting to turn glass into steal. They got on so well........ But the day had to come..... The friend never understood but the boy and the girl had an argument. An argument which caused the friend to see a crack in the glass. This crack was irrelevant though, for the girl carried on, they made their different paths each leading to a different castle. As time passed by the girl was slowly turning to steal. The friend had helped in creating a more confident and outgoing girl. At this point he made his way back on her path. Again they conversed in those conversations, catching up with the past while making a future. At times the girl doubted, maybe she wasn't the princess he wanted in his castle. At a point the girl realised fairy tales weren't real. Her friend had experience, not everything went well, not every path lead to a castle. The girl admitted she liked the boy, the friend was worried that her steal would turn back to glass. They thought of a strategy, Jenga. You know that game where blocks are taken a placed on top. Jenga represented the build up of feelings. You tell yourself you like him which you do, but when you find proof that you're not his princess you add a block to the top. Have a fear? Or maybe a worry? Just add a block to the top. But those blocks have to come down at one point. They girls blocks fell down. She explained to her friend that she didn't think the one that stepped into her life so long ago would be her prince. Her friend replied by saying, Jenga. So the girl re-built her blocks. Here the boy started to prove something. You see the girl isn't a princess, and the boy isn't a prince. Yet they are the villagers, the villagers that rely on the other to keep going, maybe even keep living. Both the girl and the boy realised they were both special, they may not be royalty, but you never know they might be next in line for the throne. To this day the girl continues to play Jenga, the friend watching over to ensure the boy isn't the reason the glass falls to pieces. The boy, he holds up the blocks. All hoping that something won't fall, and break into pieces.