An abandoned grove....
Once upon a time there lived a girl who wanted more than anything to be happy. To feel real and complete. And try as she did to find the means, in just about everything she continously failed. She tried to find solace in liquor, which only caused more problems. She tried finding a prince to rescue her, but seems her perception was always off. She never found a prince but always instead the evil cousin who left her worse off then before. Years past with the girl growing more and more disenchanted with life, wondering why she still bothered attempted happiness, wondering when she became so cold....and after time she realized it was easier to shut the doors then risk the pain that the world brought her. And in that time she tried to heal herself, to cleanse the wounds and scars that crossed her body and more importantly her heart. And after some healing she ran into an old friend, and every essence of her body screamed as it had years before that this was the one, the prince she'd been looking for. The one who was always just out of reach but always in her mind. And despite her flaws he liked her, and he was there. And the girl knew true happiness. And true love. Sadly, life is never the fairy tale we imagine...the girl learned that old habits die hard. That the carefreeness she felt at first couldn't seem to last. That she would return to old fears and lose herself once more. And she was left with the constant wondering of if she was unintentionly driving him away, or making him think that he wasnt as important as he once was. And it felt almost as though the joy they shared was withering. And she felt responsible for it. And it was never the intention, because the more paranoid she became the more she felt she pulled away without knowing how to stop....and all she wanted, all she needed was a strong embrace and to be told it was all going to be alright. All she ever needed was to know someone trully cared.
