scene 36
I'm going to miss running around telling people I'm the princess.
Not just any princess, Snow White. Living in a castle, wearing flowing white gowns, being engaged to Prince Charming...what girl wouldn't want that? Yesterday was something out of a dream.
But then I woke up.
The tragedy of Snow White - our storybook version of her, at least - isn't that she ate a poisoned apple. It's that she ate a poisoned apple and spent the rest of her life believing it really had been a wishing apple. Think of it - when she woke up, there was her Prince, just as promised. No one mentioned the old peddlar woman again. In the Brothers Grimm version, she was already in the castle when she woke up, so the dwarves couldn't even tell her. Her life was a lie - a beautiful lie, but she lived it obliviously all the same. Didn't her husband ever feel guilty, knowing what had really happened but not telling her? Or was he too wrapped up in their happiness? Is happiness built on lies happiness at all?
Maybe he wanted to tell her. Maybe he was waiting for her to be ready. When is someone ready for that? Is anyone ever ready to open their eyes and see their happily ever after wasn't supposed to happen?
Maybe that's why we still need our fairy tales, after all these years. Maybe we're not ready yet for the contrast.
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...I think I kissed him.
No, I know I kissed him. How else would I have woken up?
If I hadn't honestly believed I was Snow White yesterday...but I don't believe that now, and I still...
I'm not even finishing my sentences, let alone thinking straight.
Yesterday the man I thought I was engaged to ended up not being my dream. A couple of days ago, the one I thought was my knight left, and I thought...did I love him? Yes. I did. Was I in love with him? I think I could have been, in time.
I finally started putting some of his things away. There was no one else home, I was by myself, which is exactly what I wanted. I guess Ron or Ginny had more of a right to it, since they knew him longer, but it was something I had to do. It was the only goodbye I could give. I found something - a box in the closet too small to hold most anything I could have guessed, and what it did hold, I never would have imagined.
I don't know why Neville had that picture. I don't know how it was taken, when I don't remember him coming to the Mad Tea. I don't know what nightmare could have been so terrible as to make me ask Neville to do something like that. But I do know this - I'm not going to delude myself any more. No matter what happened, no matter what is going to happen, I can and will face it with both eyes open.
Not just any princess, Snow White. Living in a castle, wearing flowing white gowns, being engaged to Prince Charming...what girl wouldn't want that? Yesterday was something out of a dream.
But then I woke up.
The tragedy of Snow White - our storybook version of her, at least - isn't that she ate a poisoned apple. It's that she ate a poisoned apple and spent the rest of her life believing it really had been a wishing apple. Think of it - when she woke up, there was her Prince, just as promised. No one mentioned the old peddlar woman again. In the Brothers Grimm version, she was already in the castle when she woke up, so the dwarves couldn't even tell her. Her life was a lie - a beautiful lie, but she lived it obliviously all the same. Didn't her husband ever feel guilty, knowing what had really happened but not telling her? Or was he too wrapped up in their happiness? Is happiness built on lies happiness at all?
Maybe he wanted to tell her. Maybe he was waiting for her to be ready. When is someone ready for that? Is anyone ever ready to open their eyes and see their happily ever after wasn't supposed to happen?
Maybe that's why we still need our fairy tales, after all these years. Maybe we're not ready yet for the contrast.
{ Private // Hard to Hack }
...I think I kissed him.
No, I know I kissed him. How else would I have woken up?
If I hadn't honestly believed I was Snow White yesterday...but I don't believe that now, and I still...
I'm not even finishing my sentences, let alone thinking straight.
Yesterday the man I thought I was engaged to ended up not being my dream. A couple of days ago, the one I thought was my knight left, and I thought...did I love him? Yes. I did. Was I in love with him? I think I could have been, in time.
I finally started putting some of his things away. There was no one else home, I was by myself, which is exactly what I wanted. I guess Ron or Ginny had more of a right to it, since they knew him longer, but it was something I had to do. It was the only goodbye I could give. I found something - a box in the closet too small to hold most anything I could have guessed, and what it did hold, I never would have imagined.
I don't know why Neville had that picture. I don't know how it was taken, when I don't remember him coming to the Mad Tea. I don't know what nightmare could have been so terrible as to make me ask Neville to do something like that. But I do know this - I'm not going to delude myself any more. No matter what happened, no matter what is going to happen, I can and will face it with both eyes open.