So you think you are a fairy tale?

Once upon a time there were these two princesses.
And they enjoyed....picking apples.
Like, not the nasty ones, the juiciest, brightest, yummiest looking ones.
And then they'd share them.
With the whole world.
They didn't really have to share, for they were princesses.
BUT! They really liked sharing.
This one princess, we'll call her....Princess Abby.
Well, Abby really liked this prince. We'll call him...Wes.
Abby and Wes really got along.
You see, Wes really liked to bake.
His favorite thing to bake?
You guessed it. Apple pies.
So, he'd be like: "My princess! Please bring me a basket of apples!"
Then Abby would say: "Alright, my love. I shall do this deed."
While picking apples, Abby had a run in with the apple picker man, Ferdinand.
Ferdinand was awkward, but handsome.
Suddenly. Abby was stuck. This was something she'd never had to deal with.
So she forgot about Ferdinand. It was easier, and faster.
One day, while Abby was outside, watching for the mail, another woman crawled into the back window to say hello to Wes.
Let's call her....Nadia.
Nadia had been desperately trying to get into Wes' flamboyant trousers. I think. And Wes, being a silly man, decided to roll with it.
Abby was crushed. It took her many moons to become slightly alright with it.
She stopped picking apples. It wasn't fun.
One day her sister (named Cici) said: "Sister! There is a ball tonight. We're going. You don't have a choice."
Abby got all beautiful and became excited for the ball. There was a rumor that a new man was in town.
Abby was on duty. She was supposed to meet this new man, when she walked into a body.
"Oh sorry."
"Ughhh"
"Are you alright?"
"Are you...Abby"
Abby was shocked. He new her name? She replied with a yes.
He bowed low, and she could see the unusual color of hair.
"F-ferdinand?"
"Yes it is I! Love me!"
And Abby did. A moon went by with no issues.
She could swear she was falling in love with him.
Now, you're expecting me to bring Wes back into the story. But I'm not.
It's up to you how this love story ends. Abby can stick with Ferdinand.
Or, in some magical way, Wes can steal back her heart.
But it's just life.
Sometimes, sitting and waiting could be the best choice.
Or, you could just write a cheapy fairy tale.
Anything go's.
Really.
Love is battlefield.
You can't be afraid of being bruised.