I no longer dream of a fairy tale.

When I was younger, I thought love had to be perfect. Now I understand differently.
I don't need a prince. I need a real man.
Someone who keeps his word. Someone who isn't afraid of responsibility.
Someone who can care and support. I don't dream of a fairy tale.
I dream of waking up next to a person with whom I want to share my life, plans, travels, and ordinary evenings.

And for some reason, it seems to me that these are the dreams that one day become reality.