How I got my fairytale romance

I am a die hard romantic and the regular diet of mushy novels right from when I was a teenager added fuel to fire turning me into a crazy love-o-holic. I grew up believing in a man in shining armour,
riding on a white horse coming my way to rescue me, the damsel in distress. True love’s kiss being followed by a happily ever after was my plan. For the longest of time the future always held a prince charming who would climb up my tower to rescue me. I wonder why we women are always waiting to be rescued?

Ignoring all the boys in high school (they were just boys, I was waiting for a prince, remember) I gallivanted into adulthood still waiting. But guess what, I met men pretending to be boys and boys trying to behave like men but prince charming was never around. I was patient and went on with life waiting to be swept off my feet. The wait was futile in the end but thank god I wasn’t heartbroken.

Age and experiences made me smarter. I realised no man can ever be my superhero (except my dad of course) and no prince will help me write my fairytale. So guess what, I wrote my own. I decided to be Cinderella and the fairy godmother at the same time.
The universal truth is that no one can love you best, but yourself. And that’s exactly how I got the love of my life, ME. I make myself the happiest, I don’t fight with myself or argue on petty things and I gift myself wonderful things all the time and I definitely am not unreasonable. How could a man ever be so delightfully unpredictable and yet so charmingly wonderful (and I say this at the risk of sounding self obsessed).
I was waiting for a prince charming but when he refused to come, I became my own knight in shining armour and trust me, it’s the best relationship of my life. I feel when you start to love yourself the entire world starts to love you. I compliment myself when need be and hold myself when I want to cry. I have tons of adorable friends whom I hang out with but I have stopped waiting around for miracles to happen and fairytales to come true because mine already did. I am my own fairly tale and I am my own miracle. Life taught me to love myself and trust me it’s worth it.
So if you are waiting for a fairytale here’s how you can make it happen: love and believe in yourself because you can be your own miracle. Trust me, I just did it and I am living happily ever after.