Tomorrow my prince shall come. He might not be a knight in
shining armor, but instead he might be wrapped in tin foil. In place of a
helmet, he might be wearing a tin foil hat that he fashioned himself to keep
the aliens from reading his thoughts. In place of a sword, he might be holding a
torch to ward off the darkness. And instead of slaying the beast for me like a
brave knight, he might depend on me to help him kill my demons. But this flawed
man shall be my prince. And I’d be damned if I don’t love him as completely as
one can love another. For he shall be the only one who would know which song to
put on the radio when I need my motivation and he might be only one who would
remember to keep a tub of ice-cream in the freezers for days when life has no
meaning.
So, yes, he may be flawed, and he may be a little kooky. But
I’ll love him, alright! More than he deserves; because I’ll need him to do the same
for me.
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