Once upon a time, there was a Girl who dreamed of a Prince.
To some, he wouldn't really have been a Prince. Some may have even considered him a glorified servant at some point. Her Prince, after all, wasn't one who came from a long line of snotty royals, nor was he someone who would sweep her off her feet from atop his arrogantly neighing white horse.
Her Prince, by all of Fairytalelandia's stereotypes, was not at all a Prince.
But she wanted him. Waited for him. Wondered, if he would even ever come.
A Prince who would suit her as she, his princess, would suit him just the same.
A soulmate, is it? Every now and then someone would ask.
Soulmates are overrated. Says the Girl. And besides, my soul already has a mate. Tons, actually. They who know me better than I know myself.
So, what *do* you want, then?
Him.
Who?
I don't know who He is. I just know that it's Him.
Who?
We can go on with this forever, and I'll tell you the same thing. It's Him.
So you know him, but you don't know him?
Yes.
I don't get it.
Neither do I, but I know that's how it goes.
And the rest of the world shrugs, having given up on the Girl and her foolishness. Well-meaning friends who attempt at being the oracles of her future push her to make herself available in Fairytalelandia's Coupling Classifieds but she continues to refuse. Her well-meaning (though sometimes, she thinks, non-perceptive) friends continue to shake their heads at her -- less for pity and more for exasperation.
And so, she continues to want, wait, and wonder -- not from beside window, but far, far from it.
She waits, but refuses to wither her being away.
Life, after all, means so much more than just one person.
Life, after all, is all that The Girl has while the Prince has yet to come.
