“The Loveless Princess”
by Patricia Kaye C. Bodino
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Cinderella got Prince Charming; Jasmine got Aladdin; Ariel got Prince Eric; and I got… no one. As a kid, I’ve always dreamed of being a princess and having a prince charming like every princess does on fairytales. And of course, who 
wouldn’t want a happy ending with a handsome and charming prince?
Now, I’m 17 and those childhood fantasies are over. Life gave me a lot of realizations. I don’t have to dream of being a princess because I really a m a princess! Being the youngest in the family, I am guarded by the Great King, the ever- loving Queen and two handsome Princes; and that’s enough to feel like I’m the most precious princess in the world.
Talking about love, my dad and my eldest brother are always alarmed, w
hile my mom and my elder brother find it normal (which really is) for me to be in love with someone at my age. But talking about boyfriends, oh, that’s the thing that will definitely freak them out. They say I’m still young, that I should finish my studies first before entering a relationship. I understand. They’re just afraid that I might have the same experience as my eldest brother’s: getting married at a young age. Well I’ll take that. And besides, I know how much they love their “uniqa hija”. I am still their baby.
I belong to the group of the so- called N-B-S-B (No-Boyfriend-Since-Birth). Yes, I had no boyfriend since birth and it gives me the creeps of not having one until my old age. I can’t seem to find any reasons why I still stay unattached while my other friends kept on telling me about their most exciting love stories ever. I just see myself there in one corner, all alone, being everyone’s sweetest baby. Others treat me like a kid that sometimes, they hesitate to tell me about their love life and their most mysterious secrets ever because they think I couldn’t, and I would never understand them. I may not have a boyfriend but hey, I know what love is and I’ve been in love before. Now, is there a problem with me that leaves me lonely and loveless? If there’s such, could somebody tell me what it is?
Love for me is the most complicated thing that exists in this world. How complicated? Well, according to my experience, it’s all so complicated that there are no more words left to describe how knotty it is. I’ve been in love with the wrong person, at the wrong place, and at the wrong time. Everything was wrong. But I was right of what I felt that time; I was truly, madly, and deeply in love with that person. How did I know? Well let’s just say that that’s how complicated love is, it can’t even answer even the simplest questions.
Loving means hurting and it’s no fairy tale at all. But what is nice about love is that you continue loving and taking the risk of getting hurt just to let your feelings be felt by that person even he/she doesn’t feel the same way. It’s really better to give than to receive.
I never hated fairytales. I still fantasize them but I deal more with the reality right now. I am not a kid anymore. I’m already a young and sweet 17 year-old princess waiting for the right prince charming to arrive, at the right place, and at the right time. And hopefully we’ll live happily ever after.
I don’t care what other people say. Staying single is a lot more fun than being attached to the wrong person. But sometimes, I can’t help it but to ask myself why I don’t have a boyfriend yet when it seems like every girl in the world has their own sweet and unique love story. And I just tell myself that it’s better for a princess like me to sleep early and wait to be kissed by the right prince than to stay awake and be kissed by a thousand frogs. I believe that God’s just too busy writing the best love story for me.
wouldn’t want a happy ending with a handsome and charming prince?Now, I’m 17 and those childhood fantasies are over. Life gave me a lot of realizations. I don’t have to dream of being a princess because I really a m a princess! Being the youngest in the family, I am guarded by the Great King, the ever- loving Queen and two handsome Princes; and that’s enough to feel like I’m the most precious princess in the world.
Talking about love, my dad and my eldest brother are always alarmed, w
I belong to the group of the so- called N-B-S-B (No-Boyfriend-Since-Birth). Yes, I had no boyfriend since birth and it gives me the creeps of not having one until my old age. I can’t seem to find any reasons why I still stay unattached while my other friends kept on telling me about their most exciting love stories ever. I just see myself there in one corner, all alone, being everyone’s sweetest baby. Others treat me like a kid that sometimes, they hesitate to tell me about their love life and their most mysterious secrets ever because they think I couldn’t, and I would never understand them. I may not have a boyfriend but hey, I know what love is and I’ve been in love before. Now, is there a problem with me that leaves me lonely and loveless? If there’s such, could somebody tell me what it is?
Love for me is the most complicated thing that exists in this world. How complicated? Well, according to my experience, it’s all so complicated that there are no more words left to describe how knotty it is. I’ve been in love with the wrong person, at the wrong place, and at the wrong time. Everything was wrong. But I was right of what I felt that time; I was truly, madly, and deeply in love with that person. How did I know? Well let’s just say that that’s how complicated love is, it can’t even answer even the simplest questions.
Loving means hurting and it’s no fairy tale at all. But what is nice about love is that you continue loving and taking the risk of getting hurt just to let your feelings be felt by that person even he/she doesn’t feel the same way. It’s really better to give than to receive.
I never hated fairytales. I still fantasize them but I deal more with the reality right now. I am not a kid anymore. I’m already a young and sweet 17 year-old princess waiting for the right prince charming to arrive, at the right place, and at the right time. And hopefully we’ll live happily ever after.
I don’t care what other people say. Staying single is a lot more fun than being attached to the wrong person. But sometimes, I can’t help it but to ask myself why I don’t have a boyfriend yet when it seems like every girl in the world has their own sweet and unique love story. And I just tell myself that it’s better for a princess like me to sleep early and wait to be kissed by the right prince than to stay awake and be kissed by a thousand frogs. I believe that God’s just too busy writing the best love story for me.
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