As little girls, we started our lives off as princesses and fairies. We had imaginations that took us to far away lands with princes and unicorns and castles that scraped the sky. We grew up with this high expectation that someday a man by the name of Prince Charming would suddenly appear and sweep us off our feet.

In grade school, we practiced our dream weddings and proposals with our best friends and our imaginations blew up with the most beautiful wedding gowns and flowers and how beautiful our best friend would look as our maid-of-honor. We played dress-up in our mom's heels and messed with the variety of lipsticks and perfumes there were.

Then we were in our tween years and began to realize that Prince Charming was just a hoax, much like Santa Claus. We started to shop at Claire's for nail polish and makeup and we begged our moms to get us our own zebra print curling iron. Crushing on cute boys became the norm and we got to scope out the cutest ones at lunch with our best friends.

It was our freshman year of high school and our closest friends weren't so close anymore. New faces, new personalities flooded our lives as we decided who we wanted to be. The amount of cute boys in this new big school was overwhelming. Our first dance was special for us (and our daddy's). We began to watch video tutorials on how to perfect winged eyeliner and we started to match our clothes accordingly.

It was our senior year and our best friend of many years had moved away. We had our own car, copious amounts of homework, and our first real love. He was everything we'd pictured him to be- funny, sweet, had plans for the future. It was prom night and our dads were tearful as they watched us twirl around in our princess dresses and pretty hair and beautiful tiaras, remembering how not too long ago, we were dreaming of a life of royalty.

It was our graduation and soon enough we were saying goodbye to the people we'd seen for the past four years and more of our lives. Our first love was moving away to another college and we had experienced our first heartbreak as our first love walked away without so much as a 'goodbye'.

We were now in our freshman year of college and we were taking adulthood by the horns. Getting over our first love was exceptionally hard, but we were ready for the next chapter of our lives. Our studies kept us from doing much, be we had our eyes on a few good-looking college boys that we'd seen walking around campus. Then we met our roommate and our new best friends and we clicked instantly. We secretly chattered about the handsome boys that we'd seen around the campus and giggled as they walked past us.

We were invited to a get-together dinner with a bunch of people we didn't know. We locked eyes with another mysterious-looking pair of blue eyes. The sparks were very real. We found ourselves going on multiple coffee trips and study dates. Then we decided to make it official. We were so focused on the two of us that we had forgotten about the world around us. It was like time had frozen still.

We had our first argument and it was the first one in a long time that hit our partially shattered heart hard. We were familiar with picking up the pieces, so it wasn't long before we were okay again. We made up and fell in even more love with each other. A year passed and we had taken a trip to Disney to have our first vacation together.

Months later, we found out a horrible secret about our one true Prince which lead to a huge fight. We decided to split up and it left us with a completely shattered heart. We sat in bed for days, weeks and cried our hearts out. Our roommate kept us fed and helped us cheer up. It never really worked.

The summer came and we couldn't wait to get back home to our family and friends. We were so different. Our relationships had ripped our hope away and defeated our will to fight. We were exhausted. We wanted a break from life.

We realized that home was where our heart belonged and so we stayed there. We took months and years to rebuild ourselves and tape our shattered heart back together. We realized that we needed God in our lives and we began to pray and read our Bible. We began to walk with Jesus and soon enough, Jesus was our best friend. We realized he had been there all along, holding the broken pieces of our heart for us.

To my friends that have had your heart broken, remember that there is more yet to come. Remember that you still have some purpose on this earth, and you don't need someone else to help you fulfill that purpose. Because you are strong enough to get through anything. I believe in all of you.