Happily Ever After...

She sat in her room, writing.

"I've lived my whole life believing in fairytales. You know, in love with the idea that everyone gets a happy ending. That one day, when I'm in distress, a handsome prince will come to sweep me off my feet, and we'll live happily ever after. That life will just be peachy forever, and the only worry I'll have ever again would be what to wear that day."

She started thinking of him- his goofy smile, the way his eyes seemed to brighten when he said her name, every one of his cute little quirks.

"But sometimes I get that... sinking feeling that maybe life just isn't what I used to think. Life isn't worry-free. It's hard. I know I can get through it, because I'm a princess..."

He told her that every day.

"And princesses are strong. I've learned that real princesses aren't the spoiled, too delicate girls who get whatever they want merely by wishing. No, we're pretty tough when we need to be. I know I could get through life's hardships myself... but I don't know that I want to. That's what I'm scared of- that I'll have to do it alone."

She couldn't imagine life without him, but she knew she should probably get used to it... He was too good for her.

"It isn't the trials that frighten me, it's the thought that I won't have my knight in shining armor to be by my side, to hold me when I'm sad, or be happy with me when good things happen. That I won't have the happy ending, just the colorless existence and a lonely end. I've been alone before- it isn't fun."

She thought back to when she was younger, back when she was wandering in this curious place by herself. Back before she took a certain turn, not quite knowing where she would end up, but ultimately ending up meeting him.

"What if I never find someone to share every joy and sorrow with? If I never meet my true love? ....Will I ever find my prince?"

"Alice! Where are you, my sweet?" She looked out the second story window to see a cheerful Hatter staring up at her, a silly smile plastered on his face. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. "I have a riddle for you and I need you to answer it!" Alice, used to this sort of thing by now, asked what his riddle was.
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She had heard this many, many times before.
"I haven't the slightest idea," she replied.
"Me neither. But I was hoping, Alice, that perhaps you would have the slightest idea of whether or not you would like to marry me?" It took her a moment to understand what he was saying. Then, with tears starting to fall, she ran down the stairs to him, overjoyed. But not, however, before writing one last thing.

"You know, I think I've finally found him."