fairyproof

once, I tried to stop believing in fairytales.
so I hid the tiara,
burned the diary,
cut my hair in the mirror
while pretending not to cry.

but you—
you kept bringing me
tiny proofs of magic.
a glittery hairpin,
a note in lavender ink,
a playlist named if you were a planet.

and now I know—
it wasn’t that I stopped believing.
it’s that I was waiting
for the story where
the princess chooses
another princess,
and they both make it home.

Pravy Jha

Pravy Jha(She/Her) is a writer and engineering student from India whose work drifts between daydream and confession. She writes about girlhood, longing, and the small magics that survive growing up.

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