You may say Im a dreamer, but Im not the only one.

So once upon a time in a land not so very far away this little dreamer met what she thought was to be a shinning white knight. His arrival was greatly anticipated. Being the first boy we had had in Starbucks in over a year and a half. I felt an instant connection with the would be prince. His smile was absolutely illuminating. And of course he possessed one of my favorite qualities; sarcasm. I felt like I laughed all summer with him. We sparked together, finally I felt galvanized by someone else’s presence. It was hard to believe when the phone was always ringing with someone who wanted to talk to me. Someone who called for no reason at all but to talk about their day and listen about mine. That the line at chickfilla was long on his break and the syrups had changed at our store. I wonder when talking about nothing for hours ever became so interesting. I cared about every minute detail and hung on every word. I was perfectly content lying in the grass in my backyard talking on the phone until my ear nearly bled. I thought at the time I was building a strong friendship that would soon become a budding romance. I built a hundred stories with that boy…memories that rose up like a great wall. A wall that I thought kept us safe and close, but soon I would be looking up at the wall alone; blocked off from him and everything I thought I wanted. He made me question everything I was about. I tried things I said I never would…because god knows as stubborn as I say I am I will always follow the lead of a dough eyed boy who feigns interest. I became so caught up in liking him. It’s a strange thing when you feel yourself falling but don’t try and stop it. I let go whole heartedly. Never before had I been so sure of anything. In my mind it was so set; I liked him and he liked me. And that maybe just for once everything was going to work out ok. But I just kept waiting, and waiting, and then waiting for something to happen. But what happened I could have never fathomed. If you had asked me a year ago the likelihood of me being attacked by polar bears who spoke perfect French or falling for some silly boy, going half crazy, and moving to Orlando I think I would have gone with option A. I’ve sat here at this computer trying to type out an explanation for 9 days. And I feel that the best thing to do to make you understand my involvement with Prince (but he seemed so) Charming is to tell the events of the last year in a series of very detailed stories. And that you may deduct any conclusions yourself. Because how can I ever explain to you in a few short paragraphs what has happened to me. From who I was to who I became. And maybe sometime by the end of this we will all get a better understanding of who I will be. So hopefully through my words you will get a sense of it all. That you may smell my tears, hear my laughter, and feel my heart beating from anticipation to disappointment. Yes I’ve always lived my life as if it was a movie. Those cameras are always rolling. Not that I am in any way an actor playing a role of someone else. Just that I am always playing myself to the fullest. And that I always seem to be getting played.