She threw it all away on the first boy that called her beautiful, instead of sexy.
But that was just fine because it had been a magical, fairy tale night.

The boy had passed all the tests with bubbles filled in perfectly,
leaving her to crown him Prince Charming.
It didn’t matter that the carriage was nonexistent
and the ballroom was a drunken frat party.
Nor did she mind that the romantic waltz was a sleazy grind fest,
and that, finally, the castle was a dirty dorm room, strewn with empty bottles.

All of this didn’t matter because he was going to say the three words
to seal their happily ever after.
She smiled in anticipation as the morning sunlight drowned the room
and shone on the tangled sheets between them.
But he didn’t read his part as expected.

Instead, in the world’s most tragic monologue, he mumbled his lines and said,
“It’s been fun, I guess.”