Growing up, I was a hopeless romantic, but it was never the fairy tales that I wanted, nor wished for.

I wanted the heart wrenching, head over heels, fight and break up, kiss and make up kind of relationship.

I know that sounds insane, because really, what little girl thinks of relationships that way? I don't know about anybody else, but I did.

I wanted what my parents had. Sure, they fought, and they had their share of disagreements, but in the end, they always found their way back to each other.

I didn't want my Prince Charming to own a white Stallion and sweep me off my feet, and I never believed in love at first sight. I wanted a Prince Charming that would fight for me. I wanted a Prince Charming that would always be there for me - not just when I wanted him, but when I needed him, too. I wasn't expecting Adonis to show up on my doorstep, and it's not like I ever cared about the looks. I wanted a boy with a personality. I didn't want some boring, robotic jock, or someone that followed the crowd. I just wanted someone... unique. I wanted my Prince Charming to stand out, not fit in.

Needless to say, I most certainly didn't want the Prince Charming children read about in books.

I wanted someone that would hold onto me just because he could. I wanted someone that would hold my hand in front of his friends, and someone that would kiss me like he meant it. I wanted someone that would always be honest with me, even if it hurt my feelings. I wanted someone that I knew I could trust, and someone who could be not only my lover, but my best friend.

I wanted someone that I could talk to about the little stuff, and not just the big stuff. I wanted someone that would listen to me, and I wanted someone that would watch sappy romance movies with me, if only just to make me happy.

I wanted someone that wouldn't be afraid to show me, and tell me, how he really feels about me.

I wanted all of this so badly, that I was convinced that those girls who wanted the fairy tales, and the perfect cliché happily ever afters were the delusional ones.

It wasn't until my senior year of high school that I learned that maybe, just maybe, I had been the delusional one all along.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I finally think up an idea that I want to go through with. I wanted to do something out of the ordinary for me. My main characters, so far, have been cynics and less-than-enthusiastic about relationships, so I thought I'd use a romantic female main character for this story. Her idea of romance is different, to say the least, but I've never been one for sappy - so, neither is my main character.

Again, I'm sorry about the other story - like I said, it wasn't for me. :|

Hope you enjoy the prologue! :)

I might be posting chapter one and chapter two together, 'cause well, I'm inspired.

Expect them soon, but I can't make any promises. I'm still waiting for a call to see if I got the job I applied for... so yeah, I'll be busy.

:) Kara. (Summary may or may not be temporary)