Do you remember when we were young, when we lived in the world of our own where we could always get what we want and our pains and silly little problems easily vanished? I remember it all. We used to play a lot together.  We used to hike a small hill near our house and pretend it was our little paradise; our make belief kingdom. Back then w slew dragons, defeated evil creatures and witches. I was your princess and you were my knight who always rescued me from the wicked witch. I even cried once because I kept reminding you that you were supposed to be my prince. I wanted a prince to save me so I could live happily ever after just like in the fairy tales but you kept insisting that you were a knight. You said princes are only rich they are not brave like the knights who always fought for them. I cried even harder so you gave me your lollipop and I stopped crying; then we played another game. After that I let you think you were my knight in shining armor while I secretly regarded you as my prince. I wanted my happily ever after so bad I insisted on thinking of you as my prince even if it was a secret.

As we grew up, I learned that reality is far too different from our made up world. In reality, we often don’t get what we want; our problems are far too complicated and are not easily solved. Our pains are far too deep to be healed by a candy, an encouraging word or a kiss, and more importantly, we can’t undo the wrong things we have done to correct them. We can never go back to the beginning to undo any event we wish to change. We always have to live with the consequences of our decisions and actions no matter how sorry we are or how unbearable it may seem.

I had my heart broken too many times remember? You were always there listening and encouraging me. You never once scold me for being so stupid. “How is it possible for this tiny heart to be broken many times over but still be able to beat for another wrong person without being totally healed?” I asked you this though we both knew neither of us a clue. I prayed so hard for the Lord to give me a man who would love me and would never hurt me. I asked Him to help me find my ‘prince’ who would love me for who I am despite my imperfections and would never leave me. You said, “He’s just around. You need not worry nor hurry. The Lord is writing the best love story for you. Just be patient.” I believed you. Your words always had healing powers that could drive away my sorrows.