Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we believe in fairy tales and big white weddings? If this was a movie, sure we'd all be scooped up by our very own Price Charming, settling down guarded by a white picket fence, and consume ourselves by our very own children. But life no matter, is no movie with careful plots and charmingly handsome actors. Not every girl will be awaken by the playful tossing at her bedroom window. Not every girl will find themselves reading sweet love letters, or kiss their husbands like it was the very first time. Sometimes a girl may never purchase that white picket fence, but with that attitude, a girl may never be able to open her eyes to what's in front of her: her very own fairytale.