The fairytale about the prince inspired me to write another story.
Along those lines.
It felt unfinished to me, somehow.
I had a feeling to write something more to my own reality, perhaps even the way to my heart.
However, I am aware I am not a princess, but it still remains my journey of love.
It were the words which appeared to me about this story.
Meeting that person I saw in a flash before my eyes.
I didn’t see how I was meeting him, just what he said and what my reply would be.
It looked a bit like a dream, however I wasn’t sleeping.
The words appeared a little bit above my head.
I don’t know why I was seeing it this way.
I was only seeing those words, not where we were meeting or what I was wearing.
Perhaps I am thinking too far ahead to what would happen.
I guess, I am just excited.
I think you can imagine.
‘What if this is really the future, I am seeing?’
You would also be excited.
One standard he has to meet is he is human, the way I explained in the story with the prince.
He is not afraid to show.
I think he will try his luck, first.
Try to impress me with some words.
Not knowing it would lead to us being together.
His aim is to just impress me, he isn’t really looking for anything.
However he is wrong about that.
I mean, he is a guy.
Guys are always looking for something.
Not really that difficult to imagine.
Nevertheless, the way to my heart is open for love.
Words alone don’t do me that much.
As said in that story when the prince was looking for the heart of the princess.
It needs to come from the right place, where he means it.
This is where I will resist what he is saying, using everything I have.
I don’t know exactly what those words will be, perhaps it could even be I wouldn’t respond.
Silence can be louder than words spoken.
I mean, boys are just boys and sometimes have no clue what they are saying.
But yeah, that is not leading to anything.
What better way to teach him a lesson without saying anything, toning down his voice.
Letting him come to his senses in that moment.
For him to come to the conclusion : ‘I am beautiful’.
He will say of course, “you are beautiful”.
I mean, he is saying it to me.
However I will be rejecting him still, because loving me is not that easy.
Also guys, love to be rejected, in case you didn’t know.
They need to be rejected, to feel like a real man.
Don’t know why that is so important.
The most important thing is I will not give him my all, only because he thinks or finds me beautiful.
It would be too simple and I need to test him just a little bit to see how sure he is.
I mean words are words, still.
Unless we understand what they mean.
So, I will keep quiet just a little longer, to see if he will stay or leave.
Like the ending of that story with the guy looking for love, the prince looking for the heart of the princess.
When that moment happens, where he keeps standing on his two feet.
Not letting his ego get in his way.
I will say something like : “No, I am Lakshmi”.
The name I prefer to be called.