I Thought This Was My Story

When I was a little girl my mom would tell me stories about how in the end no matter how bad things got a prince will ride in on a white horse, save the day and marry you the next telling you he loves you more than anything. My mom doesn't tell me stories anymore, she can't. Because you see, the prince didn't come in to save her. He arrived at the scene a little late. My name is Leslie. Just Leslie... I am telling you this because I don't want you to suffer from the dillusion of a prince who is NOT coming. My prince was too late, and this is my story.