It occurs in my life just like
the old fairy tales that I used to read and still dream of so far. In my naïve and
simple thoughts, I suppose I would fall in love with someone called Charming
Prince as soon as he’d come and set me free from a dark old dusty cellar. How
weird! I anyhow feel, however, nothing as meeting him for real and even after he’d
bared his heart…
Well, I don’t dare to compare him
to a Charming Prince on a horse of white or something like that. But at least
he is the right one that I pictured about handsome princes in fairy tales. He
is taller than me a head (in the both figurative and literal sense), intelligent,
strong-minded, businessman, rich, handsome with a great heart, warm voice,
brightly smiles, a firm shoulder to lean on when I’m in need, girls around time
after time *of course*, talent for some things which attract me indeed
*laughing* And particularly, he speaks English and French very well *lovestruck*
How insane I am, eh? It’s nothing do with languages but yes, that’s what just popped
into my mind! Yup, I declare that he is a perfect man and would be the mr.Right
for every girl in the world, so right that they *even I* should call him “Charming
Prince” and I swear if I was the girl of 3 years ago, I’d be one of his tails
and fall in love with him right off with not waiting less than three seconds
for considering (how ashamed I was lolz~)
But the point is, why this time
couldn’t I let my feet hit the ground five centimetres and jump round round as
if I was the luckiest girl on the planet or at least I should be moved to tears
and run towards him and fall into his warm shoulder? K It should be! They
were romantic scenes I’d think of since many years ago =)) Oh my God!!!
I mean, I eventually refused it
with no doubt, no hesitation because I’ve been waiting for someone and his
images have been full of my mind already and I can’t shake the freaking
fact that I love him enough to let him cloud all my judgements and shadow my
heart. He isn’t the prince of any kingdom but the guy whom you truly love would
be your own prince, just the one for only you and yourself – that’s called
prince and so do I.
As a matter of fact, it’s gonna
be so crazy, stupid, silly and hopeless to wait for someone that you’re unable know when the end would come and is it possible for a fairy tale existing on the
Earth?
I’m tired sometimes, really fed
of holding something out of my hand desperately…
Every now and then, I doubt all
the fairy tales, I doubt something called love happening between princes and princesses
because I never believe in le coup de foudre. Amongs stories, my favorite one is “La
Belle et la Bête” from France ’s
fairy tale. The girl was able to love the prince even he was too ugly to go
nowhere but around his own castle.
It is true love, isn’t it?
Someone who may love you even you
are in the worst situation, not attempt to hide from you, be with you whoever
you are and save you from your own soul prison is the right prince you’re
looking for.
I’m not a princess, either.
Beside, I don’t have the right to wish for a Charming Prince or something like
that. Simply being a princess doesn’t mean wear beautiful dresses, live in a
luxurious castles or have a crown on the top of your head. It would be wearing a
beautiful face to smile brightly at everybody, living in the peaceful castle of
your heart and having a true love forever after J and prince is gonna be
the mr.Right in your entire life, that’s most precious crown you’ve ever had.
All the beautiful pictures about
a perfect prince, a mr.Right to get married, a great hubby and good father of family that I painted in childhood are gonna be one of the sweetiest memories
of my life and I’d show my grand children how far their grannie used to fly her
imagination and someday I’d look back and laugh at my childish dreams.
I am a princess. All girls are.
Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they
aren’t pretty or smart or young. They are still princesses. All of us. And we
all are in need of a beautiful dreams that we would never have to wake up…
with love,
- Hallie
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