Disney's Prince Charming... Or Maybe Not.

When I was younger, I was definitely "all girl". I loved playing dress-up, wearing make-up, and the color pink. I also LOVED princesses. I loved the big, fancy dresses, the romance, and the happy endings. I must admit that I still love all these things. 

While most young girls pretend to be Cinderella, Snow White, Belle, or Aurora (aka Sleeping Beauty), in my heart I was always Pocahontas. I had a homemade Pocahontas costume that I would put on, run around the yard, and imagine my hair blowing beautifully in the wind. This was a rather silly image for me to have since my hair has always been massively curly and thus does not flow in the breeze. It was also pretty silly since Pocahontas has perfectly tan skin and I have no color at all in my skin. 

(wingapo... that means hello)

  

Anyway, I got older (which tends to happen), and I started thinking about dating. In my head, I imagined finding my Prince Charming. He would be handsome and chivalrous; in short, the perfect gentleman. Strangely enough, there were very few Prince Charmings in high school. I made it all the way to my senior year of high school before settling on a (gasp) boyfriend. I didn't realize I was settling, but I was. He was quite handsome, and I had known him for years. He was a few years older than I, which meant that he was a college boy doing college things (i.e. being frivolous, drinking with his friends, things like that). When we started dating, I didn't ever expect to date him forever. But then we fell madly in love and he could do no wrong in my book.

(see? He fit perfectly in my storybook world)

Well, things went seemingly well for a while... until he messed up big time. Then we broke up. I was devastated, and he was so sorry, he promised to be better. So we got back together. But then we broke up again. And got back together. And broke up. And got back together. And so on, and so on for three years. THREE YEARS?! I'm a crazy person. But eventually I regained my sanity and broke up with him for good. There were a few weird months where we tried to keep a friendship going, since we had spent so many years together. It didn't work out and I haven't talked to him now for at least a month. I now feel like I can relax and enjoy life.Relationships take tolls on you, and sometimes you don't even realize it until after they are over and you see how much you've been affected. 

I had meant for this to be less of a relationship story, and more of a "things to look out for in relationships," but perhaps I will leave that for another day.

Forever loved.