I'm ruined. I can never experience love, or find happiness with another. For years I have searched, and for years I have denied the truth. He alone can satisfy me. He alone can fulfill my hearts greatest wish. I met him in a dream. A wonderful, marvelous, dream. Every girl dreams of their prince. Every girl has a boy she wishes to be rescued by, and when that girl becomes a woman a man rescues her from her unrealistic fantasies and becomes a true prince. But I'm different. My love isn't a prince. Mine is a villain. From the second I saw him I was unable to be content with a mere prince. I want a king. A torturously, devastating, goblin, king. No one else will do. But alas inside my mind is where he remains. He will never appear in reality, because he is a villain and they bring happiness to no one. Not even themselves. So cursed am I to watch my friends be swept away knowing my time will never come. I'm not jealous of them. They should be jealous of me. For while they have one prince out of many, their love and hearts ever moving and breaking. Rebuilding themselves to be broken again. My heart is constant. You cannot break what is already in half. I will forever be secure in my knowledge that I will always have my one king. Perhaps my king is the only one worth wishing for. Because a villain never releases his possessions. I am to belong to him forever, watching as others suffer, in my numb state. I will rejoin my dream world and love the torture he graciously bestows upon me.