After staying in bed and watching Dawson’s Creek for almost two full days, I have come to think about the nostalgia I feel; watching a show I watched as a child.  It’s strange because it use to feel so far off and I imagined that my first kiss, my first love, would be just like movies and T.V.  Unfortunately, everything is more bittersweet than they let on.  Everlasting love is a fairytale in an age of divorce and prenups.  The older we get, the more love fades, the more we accept fighting over bickering, bills over thrills, life over love.  The movie always ends with two characters deeply in love and happy, but always fails to answer the question of what happens ten years later?  The truth is, no one wants to see the couple old and loveless.  I blame movies and T.V. for making me believe in the fairytale, yet I’m desperately happy that they did.  Maybe this is just the thirteen year old girl in me, but I want the fairytale.  I don’t ever want to feel trapped in a relationship or unhappy and I don’t ever want to settle.  I don’t think the thirteen year old would ever forgive me if I did.