She dreamed of fairy tale endings and of a prince charming all her own. Every little girls dream of being the princess of her own beautifully romantic love story. She believed in candy coated unicorns, and so many other things that just simply aren't real.
In her mind she can paint the town her favorite colors, and the world will always know her name. Her former lovers will shout from the roofs tops what a gem she was. No one really knows the horror that she feels.
What they'll never know is that those spray paint soaked streets hold lies beneath their thick acrylic barrier. Symbolically holding all the truths behind her shallow existence. Somewhere she is buried beneath the multicolored prison she's created in her mind.
One day he will find her caught between the shadows of her soul. Slightly blending the reds and greens and blues. finishing the portrait she had envisioned in her mind. Her tough hands were simply not gentle enough to make sense of what she saw...He knew in his heart that she was better than the things that she had seen.
He painted her by minutes, and hours, and days spend lost in her thoughts. He did not paint her by number, but by letter. By every letter of every word she ever spoke to him.
That little girl was living in a fairy tale. Her fairy tale. In color.
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