Someday my prince will come… but when someday comes, I won’t be dead and needing his kiss, I won’t be asleep and needing his kiss, I won’t be someone needing to be saved.
Someday my prince will come and I am kicking asses. Doing the things that I love, excelling on my field. Someday he will come not to save and not to complete me. Someday he will come because our souls are like magnets that will always be pulled into each other whatever we do. Souls that are meant to intertwined.
Someday he will come when I am ready, when I know myself, when I can truly love myself as I should be doing. Someday he will come.
Someday, but not today.
