When I was younger I believed in fairytales. That a nice, kind man would come and find me. We would fall in love. Get married. Have children, and live happily ever after. Then the cold, harsh realities of life grabbed me by the throat, and have been choking me ever since. I had become rather jaded by the dating game. Desperately seeking the nice guys, and always ending up with the sometimes more exciting, but unfortunately more heart breaking bad boys. So what's a girl to do? Well unfortunately, as my darling Mother would say, all you can do, is kiss the frogs, until one turns into your prince. It is a time consuming, demoralizing task kissing boys, but someone has got to do it, hehe.

I have finally found him though. My Prince. I fear that is slightly corny, but in keeping with the feel of this blog, we will soldier on. Maybe a more realistic way of putting it is, I have found him who will put up with me. I am not easy, not by a long shot, but somehow he still loves me. All my little quirks that would even send the sanest of people packing to a mental institute, just seem to make him love me even more. It amazes me. I had honestly reached a point where I felt like I would have too....and I hate saying theses words....but I would have too.....SETTLE. *shudder*

It is coming up to a year that this boy has fell into my life, and I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that he is 'the one'. When I say 'the one', I mean 'the one', I have trapped and don't plan to let go of in a hurry, hehe. It's funny, because when I first met him, I liked him, alot, but it never even crossed my mind that in a years time I could be feeling this way about him. Somehow he has just fit into my life though. He, who I want to see after a long hard day. He is who I day dream about being with. He is who makes me feel like a princess. He is who makes me laugh and smile everyday. Most importantly, he is who I love.

Now as a female I don't always feel beautiful, or like the sexy goddess that men expect you to be. Somedays I wake up, and I feel like I have been beaten half to death with the ugly stick. I don't feel beautiful, and I as sure as hell don't feel sexy. I am sure alot of you out there know what I am talking about. He makes me feel beautiful everyday. Everyday he tells me how much he loves me, and just how beautiful I am. At first I didn't believe him, but I have to tell ya, this boy is persistant, and slowly but surely I start to realise that in his eyes, everyday I am beautiful, and the most important thing is, that is really all that matters.