I work for what I want. More of a Cinderella type than Sleeping Beauty or Snow White princesses. I may never have an evil step mother or over-annoying-step sister. My life may not been quite fairy enough to be told as a tale.
But I work for what I want. Pray for what I wish.. And stand strong for what I believe.
Been cried, as much as I laugh. Give as much as I get, and always remind myself to be grateful for what I've already have.
I may never come to a party, where a man... as handsome and as delicate as a prince, waiting,
to be destined to fall in love with.
But, I will meet my own-kind-destined-prince. I knew it. He..
may not, as delicate as a prince, or, lived in a castles... full of cash, never work all his life.
But, that's the point: those kind of man, who need special treatment and extra care and attention,
just seem to much for me to lived for.
I am, this 'not-some-delicate-little-flower' me, this 'not some sweet little things who can't stand the pressures of big bad world' me, may too ignorant to handle some delicate-little-prince kind of man. If you may know. Just so you know.
I may cry,
I may worried,
or anxious,
or depressed, or feel powerless, or hurt..
on one or two occasions, badly,
sadly,
but
I know how to get on with life. With or without that so called destined-partner.
A believer, of God. His words, has made the flower inside me, not so delicate.. not that fragile.
His promises, turned my lonely world
to a beautiful poetry, a beautiful notions... that adds meaning to almost everything in life.
