STUCK ON A FAIRY TALE.. continued

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There is no such thing as the perfect guy! So after my heart wrenching disappointment with a fairy tale disaster, you will expect that I would have learned my hard lesson. That was hardly the case. I remained stuck deeply within my fairy; a hopeless romantic. I hung life around finding Prince Charming again; comforting myself that previous Prince Charming was just a total asshole. After a while of unsuccessful search, Cinderella was to grow weary.  At this point, I was certain every guy that crossed my path is an asshole. “How hard is it to find a Prince Charming, really?” In my mind, I was to remain true to finding him while these bloodsuckers drop dead already. 

Lol. The thing about searching for the perfect guy is; you’ll miss all the signs when the right guy comes along. I call him Mr. not-so perfect. He won’t be riding a chariot or have his crown on all the time. He won’t buy you flowers, unending and tell you all the things you want to hear him say. Instead, he will smack you when you do wrong and fold you in when he sees you are rolling in a deep. But because he won’t be doing these things Prince Charming’s way, you will miss it. Just as you will also miss the fact that all these time, expecting and waiting on a fantasy and romance, you never bothered to find out if you are capable of providing this same privilege— a Princess Charming—romantic, loving, giving etc.

My eyes were wide open and it stayed so, expecting my chariot to show up at some point, to carry me into my happily ever after. While I waited and waited, I started to miss all the important points right in front of me. As this happened, I grew weary and impossible. Suddenly, all those beautiful things about Mr. not-so perfect that made me open my arms to him slowly fades into insignificance.  Inevitably, he became the villain I needed to get rid of in order to continue my search for my perfect Prince. And once again, I failed to learn; that the smacking when I acted like an idiot or the random chat about how our boring day went—was the candy in a shitty wrapped box. A pretty wrapped box may be enough to reel my girlfriends into utmost envy but the candy was all I needed to fill me up. “The candy was the price, not the pretty wrapped up empty box”

A happily ever after is supposed to be his endearing selflessness, the practicality in his ways, the solidness in his securities; my soft-heartiness, contributing generosity, humor and support—some of the awe that synced us. Those random moments that are meant to dig depths into a union; those are what make a true happily ever after. That was the true happily ever after!

“Mr. Perfect is just that guy perfect for you”. Realising these too late, I am just sorry it had to have taken me this long. But, more than sometimes, a hard kick is all a wheezing car needs to restart properly. I hope my Not-So Perfect and Not-So Prince Charming finds himself his Not-So Happily Ever After with a female wise enough not to have caught the fairy-tale syndrome.

“The problem with looking for perfection in a world made beautiful by imperfections is a failure to own true beauty.” Deeyssertflower