Each of Us Lives a Fairy Tale


Every life, in its own unique way, unfolds like a fairy tale. If you take a moment to reflect, you’ll find a story filled with moments of magic and wonder.

Ideally, our entire lives would be fairy tales, but for some of us, the most extraordinary love stories are treasures from the past.

I vividly recall the first time I laid eyes on him. I’m not one to believe in love at first sight, but that initial glimpse of his face left an indelible mark on my heart.

It was as if the universe had dropped a subtle hint, a reminder that something remarkable was unfolding, and I shouldn’t let it slip away.

I believe that people come into our lives for a reason, and those who leave the deepest impact arrive precisely when they’re meant to.

I never had trouble drawing attention to myself, apologies or none—I was both cute and confident. However, I never considered myself superior to others; I simply had my own unique qualities.

It wasn’t until two years later that fate finally brought us together, yet I hadn’t forgotten that first encounter for some inexplicable reason.

Although he wasn’t in my class at the university, we both joined the conference groups, and his apartment happened to be closer to mine.

One evening, as my dormitory was filled with couples and I felt out of place, I decided to leave. There he was, sitting at the entrance of the building. We struck up a conversation without any particular intentions.

He was undoubtedly charming, but I hadn’t thought of him in a romantic way. We talked for hours, and it felt as though we had known each other forever. “Alright, I think it’s time for me to go,” I eventually said. He surprised me by gently grabbing my face and kissing me.

I fled in shock; I hadn’t anticipated that at all. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye the next day. He tried to talk to me, but I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.

After our class, he visited my dormitory, and I couldn’t escape. Why had I run away? Little did I know, I was about to embark on the most beautiful love story of my life.

He apologized for the impulsive kiss and invited me to dinner. “Would you please come to the movies tonight?” he asked. I couldn’t refuse; why would I? As I recount this story, tears well up in my eyes, and I feel the same as I did seventeen years ago when I first kissed him.

Please bear with me, for life is filled with mysteries, my friends, and we make our fair share of mistakes.

I was destined to marry a wealthy man. We had been dating for a couple of years, and my family relied entirely on him. He was a wonderful man, but I didn’t love him. He, on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air.

He became my best friend, and together we laughed, danced, and dreamed. We would sit in the gardens of a famous hotel, envisioning the life we could build together. He made me feel complete, alive, and loved, my desires for life and love were intoxicatingly strong.

But I also harbored a colossal secret that he didn’t know about. I cried, and I still cry when I dream of him.

Those days, sitting with my head on his lap, surrounded by the scent of freshly cut grass and the gentle Caribbean breeze, were the happiest of my life. The whole world seemed to expect and celebrate our love story, serving as a constant reminder that our hearts beat as one.

Oh, my friend, never place anything above your heart. Cherish your love and fight for it.

I was a coward who took for granted the purest feeling I had ever experienced.

Then one day, he discovered my secret, and it shattered him. He had no inkling of what was happening, and I had become a master of camouflage, successfully hiding my other life from him.

But he despised me after that revelation. I know that love and hate often walk hand in hand, but he was in such shock, and I was at a loss for what to do. When you live in extreme poverty, and your family’s well-being depends on you, what choices do you have? I wish I had known then what I know now. I wouldn’t trade my feelings for my family’s comfort.

In the months following our breakup, he and I both endured misery. I remember how his smile slowly faded away. He loved me as intensely as I loved him, but his principles and pride prevented him from forgiving me.

We drifted apart, and I felt shame as well. I started to resent him, thinking I would have sacrificed anything for him, and that feeling made me angry at him.”

Life goes on, and so did ours. I haven’t seen him since our graduation. He now resides in Europe, and I too have left the country. He has his family, and I have mine. I didn’t marry the wealthy man, but I didn’t marry him either. In the end, when you attempt to apply logic to matters of the heart, it is often the one who believes themselves to be the smartest that loses the most.

I am happy now, but I still dream of him. Sometimes, more often than I would like to admit, I wake up missing him, pondering what might have transpired if we had built a life together.

However, I also understand that life unfolds to teach us valuable lessons, and these lessons are better learned when you follow your heart rather than your head. Love intensely, my friend; never dare to sell your heart short. Fight for your love if it’s worth fighting for, for God’s plans are greater than anything we could ever imagine.

It’s a surprising twist of fate that two individuals who once shared an intense love can eventually find themselves walking different paths. This is the complex beauty of life—our hearts have an incredible capacity to heal and evolve.

It’s as if our hearts possess a room that expands over time, creating space for new experiences and new loves. The memories of the past are never forgotten, but they become a part of the tapestry of our lives, teaching us valuable lessons and allowing us to embrace the possibility of new chapters and fresh opportunities for love and happiness.

As you read these lines tonight, take a moment to reflect on someone special from your past.

Remember your fairy tale with a heart brimming with gratitude, for you’ve had the privilege of experiencing love as profound as those found in fairy tales. Be thankful for what you have known and cherish those memories.

Whether you find yourself in the company of loved ones or alone, know this: there is always someone who has loved you deeply or someone who will love you with the same intensity as the love found in the pages of fairy tales.

Love has a way of finding its place in our lives, sometimes when we least expect it, and it is a force that continues to shape our stories in beautiful and unexpected ways.

Good night

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4 thoughts on “Each of Us Lives a Fairy Tale”

  1. I read this to my boyfriend so he could fall asleep easier. He fell asleep so quickly and seemed to be in a peaceful sleep. This is such a great story along with most of the stories on this website. The story is in first person so the author is telling her story. It’s sad but very inspirational and I believe a lot if not all of this is true. ❤️‍🩹

  2. Another wonderful story Daly, you are a brilliant writer. And I feel lucky to have come across your stories and website. Thank you so much for them. It’s amazing how I look at the dates and you are able to churn out so many great stories. Such talent! I hope one day you can get all these short stories published in a book, these deserve to be. I read these stories to my gf at night and she loves them too. 🙂

    • Hi Jimi. I am glad to see you back!. Thank you so much for your incredibly kind words! It means the world to me. Your support and enthusiasm are truly motivating. I am thankful that you have taken a moment to make this comments. It motivates me to keep up. Thank you a thousand times. Sweet Dreams!


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