Even the most straightforward of paths could turn out to be more complicated than it seemd at first.

That is what love is I thought. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.

Maybe all young men who love us become knights in shining armor when we love them back.

For surely a king is first a man. And so it must follow that a king does as all men do: the best he can.

For in hope's absence, a miracle arrived

Really believing in "once upon a time". Believing that it will draw you in, take you with me to a place you've never been before.

What do you know about yourself? What are your stories? The ones you tell yourself, and the ones told by others. All of us begin somewhere. Though I suppose the truth is that we begin more than once; we begin many times. Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.