Someday someone will love every inch of me – the fading sunset behind my eyes, the moonlight that dances through my hair, the sadness nestled in the creases of my palms. He is going to kiss all the parts I have kept hidden away and tell me how beautiful it all is. Someday someone is going to say, ‘I love all of you, not just the parts that make sense, not just the parts you have shown me. I love the parts of you that I don’t yet understand, the parts that weigh on your shoulders, the parts I only notice when I steal glances at you in silence.’ I will need to believe you, to believe that fairy tales were not written for princesses in glass slippers, that they were written for women who have collected all the pieces of a broken heart and can’t stand to put it together again. But most of all, I will need to believe that they were written for me.Someday someone will come to me with a happily ever after promise and slide it over my finger. Someday I will realize I am not the lucky one, I am the deserving one. Someday I am going to take someone’s breath away. Someday I will realize just how stunning I really am.