What if?

I guess inside of every girl there is a part that makes a heart flutter when a guy does everything a guy should do, even things the girl doesn't expect. No matter how small the piece may be, when she hears a Taylor Swift song about fairy tale love, she can't help but smile and sing along. Then when a guy comes around, at first she always hopes that this is the guy Taylor sings about. Usually, it's not. Instead it's the boy that Carrie Underwood sings about. 


Once a girl has been so marked by all the guys who are everything but prince charming, it's hard for her to believe in a fairy tale anymore. It is sad because while Prince Charming searches for his princess, he never finds her either. When Prince Charming still believes there is a chance for him to find his pricess out there, Princess is being hurt and is slowing losing any hope she has of Prince. 


So what is supposed to happen when disappointed Princess meets the unsure Prince? Are they supposed to just click, fall in love, and then live happily ever after? Well, according to Hollywood, they're supposed to fight first. They are supposed to hate each other, then be forced to spend a lot of time together, then learn to love each other... and they kiss even though she has an uncharming boyfriend/fiance somewhere. 


What if I don't want my life to be a movie? But, the point I'm arguing is that a piece, however tiny or immense, of each and every girl DOES want that fairytale movie theatre love. Or maybe I should say "love" in quotes. 


I think my idea of fairy tale love has faded. When a guy comes around and is chivalrous in every way, what's a girl to think? It's too good to be true, right? Right? or wrong? Everyone says "He's so sweet! He's a keeper! He's one of those rare guys. He's different." They sound so sure, but I don't. How am I to know he's such a prince, hm? A prince ought to prove himself to be so... not just be nice at first.


Obviously, you've got my attention. Your eyes seem to look into me, not just look at me. And, I feel like I should be ashamed for taking this hanging out idea so lightly. But, um? It's not a big deal! is it? I wonder what you think, sort of. I half way know already, so I don't really wonder. But oh well. We'll see where this goes I suppose. Maybe I should have my standards when it comes to you. Show me I'm wrong, and that you really are different. The only thing I'm sure of at this point is that you're worth my time, and different.


I already feel like I should cherish every moment I have with you. I mean after all, you should have been dead four times by now. There must be some reason you're alive. And I should enjoy every minute that you are alive, and in my presence. How lucky am I? Well, I don't believe in luck. So I'm not sure how lucky I am or am not. But I feel honored. Thank you. That sounds so cliche and unmeaningful, but how else do I say it?