I want…

Prince Charming, shining armor and all.

Blond Hair, Blue Eyes, Amazing Smile.

I want it so bad it hurts.

And I've cried over it.

Over.

And.

Over.

Again.

I've always wanted one.

A Prince Charming, I mean.

One who's always perfect.

Never ordinary.

But…

Maybe, I don't.

Want one, I mean.

Because…I don't know.

I just don't know.

Maybe.

---

I found him.

Prince Charming.

Blond hair?

Check.

Blue eyes?

Check.

Amazing smile?

Check.

Somehow though…

He's like ice.

Freezing.

Just…cold.

A marble statue.

Too perfect.

Too distant.

---

He's standing there.

Not my boyfriend.

Not my Prince Charming.

But he's standing next to him.

My boyfriend, of course.

They look the same.

Identical, almost.

But they are nothing alike.

One radiates heat like a small sun.

Quick to laugh and forgive.

Easy to smile and joke.

One sends shivers of something close to fear.

Down my spine, tingling.

Quick to glare and ignore.

Easy to sneer and roll his eyes.

They look so much alike…

But I want him.

The one I can't have.

Stupid, silly me.

---

I sprawl.

So unladylike.

He comments.

Joking.

Laughing.

My heart does flips.

Like…

A mini trapeze artist.

We do something like…

Banter.

I've heard of it.

Never engaged in it.

Prince Charming doesn't like it.

Says it's silly.

Obviously he doesn't.

Think it's silly, I mean.

He reaches out.

Brushes my arm.

Fire ignites.

Deep in my skin.

I smile for the first time.

In ages…

---

My sister is incredulous.

Don't know why.

Maybe it's because:

I'm smiling like an idiot.

Staring at my arm.

Giggling for no reason.

At least, to her, it seems like no reason.

But she can't feel it.

Can't feel the deep burning flame.

Burried in my skin.

Courtesy of him.

Like a sunburn.

Hot to the touch.

Burning sensation.

But so much better.

---

Two years later.

I stare down the isle.

What the hell am I doing?

Part of me screams it over.

And over.

And over.

Why?

Prince Charming's waiting.

And he's not here.

It's not like we were meant to be.

Anyways.

I should be…

…blushing, beautiful, a bride.

Fairytale time is here.

Happily Ever After is practically beating down my door.

I'm happy.

I'm ecstatic.

Right?

No.

Not happy.

Not ecstatic.

It feels like hell on earth.

Every.

Single.

Second.

I close my eyes.

The march begins.

I'm scared.

Deathly scared.

He's not here, and…

It feels like…

God, why can't I breathe?

Walking was never this hard before.

Right?

Maybe…

No…

Please, no…

What am I doing?

Why am I crying?

This is so utterly stupid.

Objections anyone?

Ignore the sobbing bride.

Objections or forever—

And I hear his voice.

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Well…that was…long. And freaky… And slightly disturbing…

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Inspiration: Princes And Frogs by Superchick

Ja Ne,

KPC