OctPoWriMo 2018! Day 18: Once upon a time

Once upon a time
I didn't dream of you.
You were solid background only.

Once upon your time,
you say,
you dreamed of me:
I flickered,
floating,
in fairytale fashion,
finding fantasy
the only foothold
in our day-to-day.

Once upon my time
I found myself flirting.
Not just with the fricative fuck
but fluttering from
friendship
to finding myself fixated
and fumbling
through depths of thought
with you;
seeking solace in secret smiles
with you
and knowing that we knew:
that I could be your princess,
and you my handsome prince.

Once upon our time
we did become enchanted
by our fine sublime whispers
as bells rang out.
We follow our future at last,
flying ever afterly,
foreverly.