Whimsical the Life!

Once upon a time ... it all starts with a nice fairy tale. The blonde princess rescues the prince on a white horse, a dragon long sword cut off his head, and they live happily until they die.
But what if you never come to Duke? Snow White and Sleeping Beauty have been left to sleep? Cinderella as a slave, humiliated by the evil stepmother in addition to age? Who knows. Had always been a prince ...
Inside every strong woman is a fragile little princess who is waiting for rescue. But unfortunately, not all strong on F show that what they really are, what does the hard exterior. Thus, his savior's Castle ... Or elidőzik himself a little to one-sided smile gyönyörködhessünk and hurt, and continued riding, occasionally looking back once more to the already beletaposson not beating our hearts ...
I sometimes think that I want to be a drop of rain. I want to free fall from the sky to the ground, flipping, and die, and then start all over again, feeling again to facilitate a sense of freedom.
It's like a dagger from inside döfködne continuously. A dagger whose name is a dagger, a dagger and a hercegemé ... just spins and spins ... and the world is fading more and more evident in the tears from my eyes.
The Princess can not live like this, the Duke women should not live like this. That said, I'm not a princess, but even so I can be in this world ...
They lived happily until he died ... it all ends with a beautiful fairy tale. The Duchess moves into the prince's castle in the heart of each other forever and live happily. Only one problem ... life is not a fairy tale.