Fairy tales.
I ran into a high school friend tonight, and we caught up after a few years of not talking. I told her about my engagement, and how I met the lucky guy (in Florence, Italy--SO romantic). We got to talking about other romantic encounters, including our first kisses--mine was also quite romantic: at age 14, on a bench in some sun-dappled woods. I regaled the reunion to my fiance:
Me: I was telling Katie--the friend i ran into tonight--about us, and how we met.
Him: FAIRY TALE. :P
Me: And we eventually got around to first kisses, and she was like "Is your life a movie?" I laughed.
Him: Things like that naturally happen to princesses. It's the proper order of things.
Me: I was telling Katie--the friend i ran into tonight--about us, and how we met.
Him: FAIRY TALE. :P
Me: And we eventually got around to first kisses, and she was like "Is your life a movie?" I laughed.
Him: Things like that naturally happen to princesses. It's the proper order of things.