I met Prince Charming, and well, he wasn't as breathtaking as I thought.
He didn't have the huge muscles, or the dashing look. He didn't have the sleek car, the designer clothes, the tons of cash. He wasn't all that plus a bag of chips, infact, he could pass for any other guy in the streets.
The one thing I know about him - he has a heart of gold. He's humble, infact, seriously soft-spoken. He thinks about me more than I even think about him. He's always ready for me with a warm smile. He's there, even when I don't think he is. He enjoys my company. He encourages me to do what I think is unachievable. He wants what's best for me.
I used to think Prince Charming always had the face of the sunshine. I used to believe the prince had a sweet talk with romantic flare that would make me go 'Ooooh!!'. But I slowly learned that the best is hid within. Not what's outside, but the heart is what makes him treasure, or trash.
Oooh, my dear Prince Charming!!
