PRINCE CHARMING

PRINCE CHARMING

From Chicken Soup for the Romantic Soul

Prince Charming

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Plato

When I was a little girl, I used to read about love in all my favorite fairy tales. However, it wasn’t until I experienced love myself that I really understood what it meant and how truly remarkable it could make me feel. . . .

We had been friends for a while, and he knew almost everything about me. If I was upset or angry, excited or scared he could always tell and knew exactly what to say to make the moment that much better. Whenever I had a bad day and just needed to cry, he always had a joke to cheer me up and make me smile. When something exciting happened, he’d be there to share in my happy tears and laughter. He knew me for who I was and I loved him just for being my friend.

As I entered my last year of high school, I had yet to find Mr. Perfect. My friends kept telling me that I was looking too hard, and that when I least expected it, Prince Charming would sweep me off my feet. It seemed to me as though everyone around me was finding his or her high school sweetheart, and then there I was, left behind with nobody. Prom was approaching, and everyone’s biggest fear was going to his or her high school prom dateless. I knew that I was no exception and realized that I had to start looking again. I went out on dates with countless guys, but none of them seemed right. None of them were what I was looking for.

One night as I lay trying to fall asleep something hit me, which scared me more than anything had before. I loved him. My best friend . . . I loved him. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to think or feel or say. My heart was racing as I looked through pictures of us laughing and having fun together. The one person who I had never expected to feel this way about, yet here I was, so sure that I loved him. I cannot even explain the feeling I felt that night. It was if my heart had found its other half. Should I tell him? Should I leave it be? Not knowing if I’d have the courage to give it to him, I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote him a letter that will forever remain in my mind and heart:

Dear Jo,

As the time comes for us to almost graduate, it seems as though the past year has flown by. I knew from the moment we met that we would be forever friends. You have been there for me through the good times and the bad, and you have never let me down. Yet here I am writing to tell you something that I never thought I would. Telling you something that I never thought I could. You know how sometimes we talk about love, and I always tell you that I’ve never been in love before. That the only love I know is that of which my mother read me when I was a little girl. I was wrong. As I lay in my bed tonight I realize something that until now has been so unclear. You’ve been my best friend for so long that I was too scared to let myself love you . . . but I do. I do love you. I know it, because you are all I ever think about. Your happiness at times means more to me than my own. My binder is filled with doodles, all of which say your name. I circle your name, because we both know that hearts can break but circles go on forever. I know that I love you, because when I’m upset, the mere thought of you makes me feel a little better. I know that I love you, because when you are with any other girl . . . I’m jealous. I don’t know what else to say, but I know that my heart never lies, and it is telling me that each ounce of my being . . . loves you.

Love always and forever
Your best friend,
Casey

The next day at school I slipped my letter into his locker, fearing what would happen. Would I lose the love of my best friend? Or would I gain the love of the person who I had loved for so long? The day seemed never ending. It dragged on for so long that the minutes turned into hours, and the hours into what felt like weeks. As the final bell rang, my heart began to pound. As I approached my locker, I noticed that there was a little piece of paper sticking out through the vent. I ran over, and grabbed the piece of paper. The few words written filled my heart with a love greater than I thought possible:

Dear Casey,

I never thought someone could put into words what I was feeling.

How did you know how much I loved you?

Love always,
Jo

I shoved the note in my pocket, and with a tear in my eye I took a nice long walk home. For the first time in my seventeen years I was overcome with a love that was greater than those found in the fairy tales. It was a love that filled my heart with this indescribable amount of happiness, and for the first time in my life . . . I had my very own Prince Charming.

Michele Davis

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