This fairytale I’m in, it kinda sucks, really - I mean, why would the author even call it a fairytale when it’s clear, they’re always about women in distress, waiting for that prince charming. But I wouldn’t call myself “prince charming” since - I am neither “charming” nor deserving to be called a “prince” but one thing’s for sure: I’m the hero of this story.

But I’m not exactly your regular guy, you see, I have a fairy godmother that grants me three wishes whenever I rub her magic lamp. I also have seven dwarves, helping me sort out my priorities, and oh, before I forget, I have a crab for a best friend. You see, I’m a regular guy, with a fairytale story waiting for “the one.”

But this story is still waiting to unfold, turn the pages quick. I know people expect me to be on a horse riding away into the woods in search for the one I need to complete this story. Then we’ll share that sweet kiss that ends most fairytales. But what if my better half is in another fairytale, also waiting for the one? Who will be up in a tower and who will scream “let your hair down,” we’ll have to wait and see.

This prince will be waiting for his prince.