At the beginning, he would make me breakfast every morning. He would hold me tight and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. We couldn’t get enough of each other. The sexy french accent didn’t help either. And when he told me it was “Magic” I believed him. I still believe that. It was magic because we were supposed to make Benjamin.
My little prince charming.
Today, for the first time ever, he told me that he loves me.
“I uuvvv ooooh.”
I uv oooh too, Benjamin.
And if I could do it again. If I had to do it all over again, I would. Because you are my everything. And your toes are pretty damn cute too.
When you’ve already got one prince, can you make room for two? Did you ever believe in a Prince Charming? I know I did. I think I still do. Damn you Disney.