Fairy tale romance can happen in stark reality. This I believe wholeheartedly, and I strive to keep my fictitious lovers as shining examples of this paradigm.
However, putting all that haughty author talk aside for the moment, there is a place for whimsy. This sounds straightforward enough, but I have to battle with my OCD-rotted self to allow such stark improbable into my stories.
This utterly infuriates me. Just saying.