Life wasn't a fairytale.
Trust me, it wasn't.
But I still remember the first time I saw you.
Like they show in all those movies.
It was a warm evening.
Too many children around.
I felt way out of place.
You were there.
Small,
smiling and
pretty.
In that fairytale dress.
I had seen a flash of pink,
a tinge of h o n e y b r o w n
and before I knew, you were sprawled on the ground.
I had reached out.
Tiny hands seeking even tinier hands.
But I wasn't the prince on a white horse.
Because your toothless knight was there
to save the day.
It's been nine years since then but
Artis,
I still find me reaching out to you,
but never once
getting a hold of you.