“Once upon a time…”
“No. Our story is not a fairy tale. Fair tales aren’t real. We’re real,” she interrupted sternly.
“Okay. Then where do we start?” he wondered.
“Our story start with forever. You and me together forever,” she explained.
“That sounds like a fairy tale,” he smiled.
“It’s not a fair tale,” she argued.
“But you’re a princess my love,” he mentioned charmingly.
“And you are a clown,” she grinned.
“Once upon a time there was a clown who loved a princess…” he whispered cheekily.
“I told you, our story doesn’t start with once upon a time,” she reminded him.
“Fine. Then tell me how our story goes,” he encouraged softly.
“Our story starts with forever, it ends with always, and somewhere in the middle is you and me. Together,” she uttered quietly.
“That still sounds like a fairy tale,” he mentioned.
“But fair tales aren’t real,” she insisted.
“Maybe they can be,” he offered.
“Maybe…” she agreed, her eyes hesitant.
“Maybe part of our story is me showing you that fairy tales are real,” he suggested.
“But what if you fail?” she teased.
“That’s impossible,” he shook his head.
“It is?” she wondered.
“I have all of forever and every second of always to make you believe,” he explained.
“Because we start with forever and end with always?” she repeated, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
“The perfect fairy tale,” he nodded.
