My Real Prince
Cinderella was never my role model.
A girl who does everything for everyone else while waiting for her prince charming was never a desirable character to look up to, to me.
My heroes were independent, self sufficient and yet really caring.
As time went on I saw myself in her shoes.
I found myself serving everyone else, while waiting for my prince to rescue me.
After a while I figured, Cinderella wasn't so bad.
Was it bad to work hard and help others even if they didn't appreciate you?
At least in the end Cinderella got her happy ending.
At least she got her prince charming.
She got what she deserved.
So I waited, and waited, and waited for my Prince to see me.
I waited for my Prince to rescue me but that Prince never did.
Then finally a Prince did come to rescue me
from a lifetime of loneliness and hopeless pining.
I was getting my happy ever after.
After all.
I then remembered my true role model: Belle.
I remembered my all time favorite fairy tale: Beauty and the Beast.
Now she was a princess I could look up to.
She was smart, spunky, and loyal.
She sacrificed her own happiness to save her father.
In one version she even had sisters who took advantage of her.
She saw the Beauty where no one else did.
She stood up for what she believed in.
He saw the Beast for who he really was: the prince.
Her love was able to transform the Beast into the Prince.
She was hard working, loyal, and still got everything she wanted.
She was truly someone to look up to.
As I thought about this I wondered if I settled for the wrong fairy tale.
I saw my real prince suffer.
I saw him fight the Beast within.
I saw him see me. And really see me for who I am and who I want to be.
And love me completely.
And I saw him.
I saw the Beauty in him, when no one else would.
Everyone sharpened their pitch forks as I remained by his side.
I saw his tender heart, his love, his willingness to do what ever it took
to stop the Beast within.
I saw him, my friend, my love, my prince.
So Clark, this is why this is why I have to leave.
You were never my Prince. Jimmy was never my Prince.
It was Davis. It is Davis Bloome.
You always knew Cinderella was never my role model.
I'm not Cinderella and you're not my Prince Charming.
I am Belle and Davis is my Prince.
I know you will want to rescue me.
But don't.
I don't need rescuing.
I'm with my Prince.
Love Always your friend
Chloe Anne Sullivan