I grew up expecting a fairytale life. I found myself in the boy across the street. The one with the messy black hair, the crooked smile, and skinned-up knees. We were the best of friends, inseparable throughout the years. Our friendship turned to love and suddenly our whole lives were planned. Graduate high school, go off to college, get married, have children, and live happily ever after. Only life isn't a fairytale. It's messy,...