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I Didn't need the Prince


I sat in my tower spending each hour reading my books, while maintaining my looks

Each book exciting, revealing, all intriguing

Each day mother came home and my hair tumbled downward

My favorite book is the one on navigation: how to travel through the woods, the seas, the world

Oh how I wondered what was out there in the world

 

Princes? Dragons? Villages and Kingdoms?

Each day a new daydream

Maybe one day I'll travel

Down to the valley

Down to the sea

To a new place foreign to me...as if the outside were any different

 

Could you imagine my surprise when a man stood on my windowsill

He told me of lands beyond my imagining. A life greater than the one I was living.

A traveler he was. Going from place to place, learning new cultures, ideas, people,

But he was lost and needed a guide.

 

I ran to my shelf and gave him the book

I've read it a million times

He took it with thanks and walked to the sill

Ready to leave

Then he turned and grasped my hands

"Let's go," he said, "Away from here" and with that I cut my hair

It became the rope that brought us down the tower

It became my ticket to a new life

 

We saw new lands and cultures

We visited the kingdom and I met the prince

But he was no match for my own

How could I become a princess? I spent my entire life in a tower,

Why subject myself to that forever?

 

I chased my companion through the woods

He left.

Why?

Jealousy? He thought I wanted the prince, he thought I deserved the prince

But I didn't want him

I wanted the man who traveled with me, saw the world,

Knew me, loved me, for the person I am

I poured out my words to him as he tried to walk away

A prince is not a man who lives in a castle or is of royal lineage

A prince is the man I love the one who has always known me

Shares my dreams, adventures, passions. Knows my failures and still stays with me

Helps me no matter what and always stays by my side

 

He turns and follows my voice back to me

My Prince and his Princess

Travelers of the world

 

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