"So take it easy on me,
I'm afraid you're never satisfied"
"Prince charming doesn't exist..." I tell her, as she's leaving...she stops, frozen, without looking back...attentively listening yet letting me know she has no intention in staying... "prince charming doesn't exist..." I continue "remember that fourth date? You told me you were looking for your prince...I told you I knew I didn't look a thing like jesus but I talked like a gentleman..." I smile as I remmeber it, for a second or two... "I now know I will never match up to those fairy tale ideals of yours. I will fall short. But I will keep getting up...and I know you don't wanna hear this but...you're normal, too. You have flaws. I can't cite them because everytime I look at you, I see that gorgeous, perfect girl I fell for, not the flawed regular version I will remember if you leave...to make me feel better in losing you. I don't want to see her..."
I walk up to her and place my hand on her shoulder.
"And I really don't want you to see me as the "guy who you once thought was great..."
There's this momment of silence between us. It feels like years passing by, those split seconds.
"You know that's not something very...."principy" to say, right?" she finally answers.
"I know. But it's working isn't it?" she turns her head slightly back and smiles "Disney's got nothing on me when it comes to talking..." I playfully brag.
"You did okay...if you wrote half as good as you talk, you might actually be a decent writer..." she mocks...
She places her hand on mine, still not turning her body back and walks away slowly...
"I'll see you tomorrow Aladdin..."
"Technically, Aladdin was a sultan...." I mock back.
"Don't push it..."