I remember as a little girl, I would dream that one day I would be a princess and marry the perfect prince. I wanted to live a fairy tale, I wanted life to be perfect. People would tell me that I wouldn't find him by searching for him, he would find me.
That didn't stop me though I didn't believe them. Over the years I believed that I would find him and life would be perfect. I searched for him, nonstop, hoping he was out there waiting for me to find him. No matter how long and how much I searched for him, he wasn't there, lost, hidden from the world. But now I know he isn't even out there, he's not hidden, not lost, he's just not out there.
Good start for a story?