Little girls grow up wanting to be princesses. Not all of them, but a lot of them.They grow up longing for the pretty ball gowns, talking
animals, and fairy godmothers; they long for magic and whimsical adventures. But more than anything, they await the climax of every princess story; the arrival of their Prince Charming. Little girls aren’t interested in finding a man to complete them or provide for them, those concepts are beyond a child’s recognition of something a woman may need. Rather, little girls view Prince Charming as the catalyst that will jump start their happily ever after, the person that’s going to come whisk them away from the monotony of everyday life, to a beautiful tomorrow that is ever lasting.
Many women grew up clinging to that idea, although they place too much emphasis on the man himself, and not what he represents. Feminists may misinterpret this notion, saying that we don’t need a man to come and save us, we aren’t any more vulnerable for the sake of being women, and anything we need, we can accomplish by ourselves. But I believe, they’re missing the point.
I don’t consider myself a romantic. As a child I never longed for the fancy princess gowns, or pretty make up, I didn’t plan out my dream wedding or choose future baby names. I was never particularly attached to promises of forever, I was too busy living for today. With that in mind, I also never viewed myself as someone that needed saving. Not because I’m trying to promote woman power or assert my independence, I just never realized that there was anything I may need saving from, that is until now; for see, I finally found my Prince Charming. I was rescued from my tower of captivity, and I was whisked away to a land of magic and wonder.
This isn’t a particularly intense love story, about how I found a man who swept me off me feet as we rode off on a valiant white steed into the sunset. Rather, he’s a more practical Prince Charming; a quirky and insightful young man that opened my eyes to a world I never knew existed. He completed me in areas I didn’t know I could ever feel whole, he compliments my every idea and passion, he allowed me to feel as if I finally wasn’t alone, as if there wasn’t something wrong with me, as if I wasn’t really that crazy after all. Or maybe I’m extremely crazy, so far gone off the deep end I can’t connect with normal society; but when I look to my right, there he is by my side, on the outskirts of modern thought, right there with me. When I express the most abstract ideas I could ever formulate, he doesn’t judge me, in fact he provides a stimulating rebuttal that allows us both to get lost on a tangent about who knows what. When I’m filled with grief and sadness, he holds my hand and rubs my back, and tells me how everything will be ok, he reignites the dimming spark of optimism within me, he reinspires me to live to fight another day. And when I dream, the most obscure outlandishly impossible dreams, he hears them. He hears them, he is proud of them, and he encourages me to follow through on my pursuit of the unknown. He is in awe of me, and that wonder has allowed me to love myself more too. He finds the most adoration and inspiration in the smallest things I do; the quirky outfits I wear, the unruly nature of my bright red hair, and the way my face lights up when someone stops to stare. He notices the high pitched giggle that expresses my extreme joy, and the strange expressions that animate my face throughout the day. He appreciates my soft warm skin, as he sends his love and affection radiating through my nerve endings with the slightest touch of his finger tips. He loves me, unconditionally; unbiased and untainted love.
His love doesn’t vary depending on what I do to deserve it, on how often I make the time to call him, on how attentive I am to his random conversations throughout the day. His love isn’t dependent on how much love I have given him first, on what I did to make him happy, that he feels the need to return it. His love isn’t sick and possessive, it doesn’t hurt me or make me cry. I don’t have to make excuses for his love,
or feel obligated to make him happy or feel cared for. His only request, my only duty, is that I continue to be me, to the best of my ability. I don’t always get it right. Sometimes I’m moody, I’m cranky, I want to pout and I want attention. Sometimes I’m standoffish and cold, I don’t want to be touched or have anyone near me. Sometimes I’m bubbling over with enthusiasm and incessant chatter. Sometimes I want to sit thoughtfully and silent, and say nothing at all. And he loves me just the same, day after day, regardless of the situation.
He is my Prince Charming not because we are going to live happily ever after, but because we are living happily in this present moment. I can’t promise him forever. I can’t promise who I’ll be tomorrow, I can’t promise I won’t change, I can’t promise I’ll always feel the same. All I can promise is today, and for him that’s enough. He is my prince because he gets me, he saved me from myself, from the turmoil that lies in my mind and the emptiness that was consuming my heart. He inspired me to see magic in the smallest occurances of life, to give whole heartedly, and to embrace the unconditional love that is the basis of all reality. He inspired me to be myself, and to love him as a reflection of my every thought, the whole of my existence.
The concept of a Prince Charming should not be a man to provide for you and become the ideal husband and lover for life. Your Prince Charming could come in all shapes and forms, he could be a man, maybe she’s a woman; regardless of who this person is and how they come into your life, they are someone that should be cherished. They will be someone that rescues you from that tower you locked yourself in, that isolation you allowed to creep in and consume you, that sense of not belonging in this world. They are the person that will open your eyes to the small miracles life has to offer, the person that will inspire you to be the best you possible. Be open and be receptive to these people, because everyone needs a Prince Charming in their lives. Someone to love them unconditionally, and to be an outlet for all the love you have to give in return. Just someone who gets it. All of it. My Prince.