And I know everyone is all, “Ugh fairy tales,” and “Grimm is so much better.”
I will admit that I am biased because Snow White is my favourite of all of those stories. And I didn’t want to watch this series because I didn’t want them to ruin everything. But they didn’t, and I love the way that they have written her character as strong, and independent, and honest, and emotional, instead of having her be some kind of damsel in distress.
Snow White and Prince Charming’s love story is THE love story. And I’m not saying that as a little girl who wishes she was a princess. I’m saying that as a grown woman, with real hopes, and goals, and dreams. To be sitting on a porch swing some day, surrounded by lilac bushes and gerber daisies, sipping a cup of tea and reading a book while I listen to the rain fall, and curl up next to my Prince Charming.
I believe in fate, I believe that there is one person out there for you. Your true love. And yeah, you could have enough in common with whatever percentage of the population to make a relationship work. But it’s not really working if you’re sitting there thinking, “Yeah, he’s great but I could have met 20 guys on my way home today who I have just as much in common with.” What is that? That’s settling. And you shouldn’t settle.
“I will always find you.” Things just didn’t fall into place for Snow and Charming. Fated to be together, yes. But Charming was imprisoned, and Snow could have just given up and married Sneezy. But did she? No. They both fought. To find each other. And true love conquers all, blah blah blah, we know the end of the story. It took a lot of work to get there, though — just like Jonathan Trager had to work hard to find Sara Thomas — and I don’t think a lot of people understand that when they hear terms like “fate” or “destiny” or “true love”. And that was how I started writing this and it has turned into more of a rant about how love will always find you.
But I honestly believe that it will. You’re going get your heart broken a few times along the way. Sometimes your tea leaf reader is going to be accurate in saying that Mr. Right is really only Mr. Right Now. Sometimes you’re going to think you know, and it’ll turn out that you didn’t. But right now, someone who hates leather furniture as much as you do is going through the exact same thing on their way to get to you.
This has been a post more about my feelings on love than on the finale of Once Upon a Time, which was mediocre.