They told me fairy tales only existed in books and movie and that there weren’t any real happy endings. I didn’t really believe them, but one point in life I did. There was a point where I believed that there weren’t princes out there, and that they were just made up for stories for little kids. I believed that because of someone I held too close to my heart; I didn’t know he would take it and run. It hurt me but it was a lesson I had to learn to get to the point where I am in life. “What happened?” you may ask, a lot happened. This is my "failed fairy tale”.