Finding {A} Love {Story}

"Mom, tell me a bedtime story."

"Which one, munchkin?"

"The one about when you met dad."

A loved-struck smile graced my mom's face at the mere idea of my father. Without even realizing it, she began to fiddle with the silver band on her left hand, the small diamonds on it catching the light every so often.

"Alright, but only this one and then you're going to bed."

She climbed into bed with me and I curled up against her side, smothering my face in her comforting figure. Her slim fingers began to run through my uncontrollable curly hair, and her eyes glossed over as she replayed the scene in her mind for the umpteenth time. The smile never once left her face.

"This is the story of how I met my soulmate..."

~ . ~

When I was 7 years old, I would always wish that I could live in my own fairytale. I would have the perfect life, and then my perfect prince would come and find me and we would live "happily ever after."

Now, I'm 17 and not a damn thing has changed.