As a little girl I dreamt of Prince Charming, I found out there was no such thing. On a rainy night, my nightmare of a Prince found me, but not my secret and I was able to run.
But what I ran into that night might be worse.
He’s far from being a fairy tale prince. Older, grouchy and sullen.
One look in his eyes and I know he wants us as far from him as possible. Yet he keeps us safe, giving us more than harbor, he gives us hope.
He might not be a Prince but he’s definitely the beastly King of his domain.
I’m a man who has avoided emotional entanglements longer than I care to remember. I should send them packing, but I can’t.
I’m not a good man. I’m ruthless. Uncaring. Calculating.
I’m a man with mile long list of faults and redemption is not within my reach, not in this lifetime. No where close to the man that deserves the beauty that they can bring into a man’s life.
I just can’t seem to let them go.