I ran away with my prince to the forest.

“Stay the night with me,” he said, and laid me down on the forest floor. When we were done, I fell asleep shrouded in wildflowers.

When I woke up, he was gone. Now I no longer believe in happily heather rafters.

Wendy White Lees is a freelance writer and editor who still believes in fairy tale endings, even if she has to write them herself.