As a little girl, I watched princesses get saved by the prince, and dash away to their happily ever after. As a kid, I dreamed of the dress, the shoes, the updo, and of course my prince. But that all changed when I grew older.

In high school, I never had a boyfriend, no cute boy flirted with me, and I never got asked to prom. I was the girl that had her head in the clouds, goals up in the air and stayed after school with her teachers way too much.

After high school, I had a few run-ins with some bad relationships. I came to the realization that I wasn't the princess and that my prince charming would never rescue me. I always thought that I wasn't good enough, I wasn't pretty enough or just that maybe I wasn't meant to be loved, I wasn't meant to have that fairytale, but have more of musical love- the kinds that pushes, and pulls you and then the scene ends, and your left with endless questions. But that all changed until I went to college and met the love of my life.

When I first started college, I was still in a bad relationship, hoping for a way out. I needed college to distract me and push me forward, but on my first day of remedial English, I felt all of my fairytale dreams come true when I saw my boyfriend now. Everything came to a stop, nothing mattered except the magic that I was feeling.

A couple of months later we started dating. From that moment on, I knew this was something worth fighting for, not just for him, but our relationship, our families, our goals, and everything in between.

Now I would say he was my prince charming, but truthfully I can't. You see, prince charming comes in and just saves the girl automatically. But my boyfriend, on the other hand, loved me all while I was saving myself countless times. While he saved me in ways that I can't even describe, what means the most is that he loves me no matter what is going on. He loves me through my chronic illness, changing my major four times in the course of two years, wisdom teeth pulled, my mom getting sick, and every bad dream. But all while he was loving me- he was saving me at the same time. And I'd like to think I saved him at the same time.

I've discovered that the true fairytale is when you can mess up dinner and he will still eat it and say "baby that's delicious. I'll eat it" until we both agree to get Dominos. The true fairytale is being there when someone is at their worst, and still loving them to their best. The truest fairytale is in real love. The real love that you can feel every day when you kiss them, the feeling of finding your best friend and letting them know.

And if you feel like your fairytale is never going to come just like I did, always remember that you are worthy of the fairytale, and it will come.