Yet, we’re still drawn to wanting that unachievable fairy tale.

Why?

Is it because we are hoping hope upon hope that someday somewhere we’ll meet that someone who’ll wipe away all the sadness, all the loneliness, and fill all the emptiness that we have inside? Maybe. Maybe it’s quite the opposite, and that we know it’s fantasy that makes it so much more attractive to us. Knowing that it’ll never happen allows us to momentarily escape from our reality into that world we see on the screen.

I don’t know.

All I know is that as long as I’m wanting that fairy tale, I’ll never find it. Because even if I do, I’ll still be so unsure that it really is that illusive “fairy tale” that I’ll pass it by.

And that scares the sh** out of me.

Because it’s quite possible that I’ve already done that and passed by that one opportunity to have a true “fairy tale”.

The thing that tears me up inside, is that I’ll never know.