Life is not a fairy tale.
Wishes don’t come true on command.
Princes don’t show up on cue.
Happy endings aren’t guaranteed.
And singing animals don’t flock
About princesses in captivity.
Life—real life—is messy and broken.
Sometimes you’re weeping into your pillow,
Staring out the window at bleak prospects,
Praying the same tired prayers day after day.
But even though life may not be
A rose-colored fairy tale,
Would you still want to share it with me?
Would you still be willing to love
The messy and broken that is me?
Because even though it’s not perfect,
Together we might make it
A little more joyful,
A little more hopeful,
A little more beautiful.
Dreams might not come true—
At least not the way we expected them to.
But what if you are the dream
I never expected,
But needed more than anything else?
We know it won’t be easy,
But at least we’ll be able
To grab each other’s hand in the dark
And know we’re not alone
Through all the tears and heartache.
And there will be enough
That chase away the gloom
And light up our world with sunshine—
That it will make
All the dark days worth it.
Because we had not perfection,
But beautifully broken shards of grace
Into a mosaic of glimmering hope.