As I was leaving work today to grab some lunch, I came across a crumpled piece of paper. It wasn’t the sort of paper you feel compelled to pick up due to its soggy and somewhat grimy nature. I fully intended to step over it and continue on my way, but then found myself bending over to pick it up. Boy am I glad I did…what a treasure it turned out to be! Inside this sad little rumpled piece of a paper was a profound and heartfelt wish. The sort of wish all girls have. The sort of wish we all wish happened to us. I can’t put into words what she’s trying to say, so I shall just copy it onto here (minus her name) and hope that, one day, her wish comes true.
Dear Fairy Godmother,
I know I’m supposed to be too old to believe in you, but here I am writing to you anyways. My friends would have a fit if they saw this; they say that fairy godmothers don’t exist. They do however believe in angels. In my opinion, if an angel can exist, so can a fairy godmother. So hah. Moving on, my friends don’t believe in love. They believe in lust; get in, get out, and move on. Love is “too complicated”…too many emotions, too much attachment.
I want love though. Even though they say it’s messy, hard, and not always perfect.
I want a guy that will hold my hand in public, deal with my mood swings, and be my best friend. Why do I always get the guys with the contingencies? The ones with the dark past? The ones too afraid to trust for fear of getting hurt? The ones willing to string me along, but not willing to commit for some obscure reason. I deserve better.
What I’m really wishing for here is for you to help me find the guy that wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him and WANTS the whole world to know that I’m his girl. Please help me find him.