Fairytales do come true

Like Pinocchio, Peter Pan, Hansel and Gretel, you appeared out of the blue in black and white. A tale too good to be true, but fascinating all the same.

A real disembodied voice speaking through the miracle of the Internet. A reflection of my most innermost thoughts that made me doubt your existence.

I was afraid to look into your eyes for fear of what I might see. Scorn? Sarcasm? Criticism?

Avoiding you while savoring your senses became the focal point of my life. Going round and round, wondering, imagining -- afraid.

Courage. Faith. Fear. Resignation. A wave of Cinderella's Fairy Godmother's wand and you appeared. A real life prince whose hug turned me from a frog into a princess.

For years we hung around the lily pond putting our best, most regal, feet forward. Fairyland at its best with lightning bugs and butterflies, sunshine, stories and Chucky E Cheese.

We stopped writing and began drawing from the world around us until we found ourselves far from the pond, wearing everyday faces and sharing both our dreams and woes.

Until we reached that final frontier where happily ever after comes with chores, floors and stores and being real is security.