For me it’s never about what was or what will be, I tend to always care about what I have right now or more importantly ‘who’. It’s you, it’s always been you, if the theory of solipsism is true, you’re perhaps the most beautiful thing my mind could come up with.

Talking to you is something I would cherish for ages, never thought a princess, weak in her voice would make a guy like me feel weak in his knees.

Every flaw you saw in yourself was glorified in my eyes. The “laugh” you thought was too loud…the sweetest symphony to my ears, the nose you thought too big…compliments your face like nothing else, the height you consider too short…perfect to place your ears next to my heart.

You saw me…not for who I was but for who I wanted to be, a prince charming ready to rescue you from the depths of hell.

I saw vulnerability in your eyes, but perhaps I was looking at my very own reflection.