Princesses

Don't deny it; every little girl is a princess. At sleep-overs, we did each other's make up.
we were princesses, and we were beautiful, and every girl was special, unique and kind. We were never as mean as we are now because, in the end, we remembered our royal roots and that we were princesses. every little girl dreamed that the boy she liked would do something heroic or dashing like in Disney movies.

that's all part we all know. what I want to know now is, when does the princesses realize she is going to have to get out of the castle on her own? when do the girls stop thinking there is a prince? is it when they really get to know a boy?

I stopped being a princess long ago when I realized there's a reason why fairy tales are so enticing: nobody's life is a fairy tale, no matter how good it may seem.

we want to people think our life is a fairy tale, even though we know it isn't. there are girls who are  always crying over everything; they want people to think their life is exciting and dramatic.

don't the prince and princess always get back together? if we can convince each other that our lives are fairy tales like we played when we were princesses, maybe we can convince ourselves, too. that's not far from the truth, that feeling we get when something that seems "too good to be true"happens. . . that's when we can almost believe, and it is just like old times when we did each other's make up at sleepovers, back when we were princesses.