But maybe I don’t need any saving.
Every little girl wants to be a princess; to be cherished,
to be loved. But not every princess is a damsel in distress, and maybe I refuse that fate. Maybe I
don’t need you to come rescue me, and maybe I don’t need you to lead me. I want you
to walk beside me and listen and speak and wonder with me. I want you to ask me big questions and challenge me; I want you to change my mind. I want you to hold
my hand and spin me around in the wildest dance—but I don’t want you to lead
me, because I don’t need a knight in shining armour.
I want you to be a hero, but I don’t want you to be my hero. I want to be my own saviour. I don’t need to be swept off my feet and carried off into some sunset, and
I can slay my own dragons, thank you very much—because you know what? I love
bows and twirly skirts and polka dots, I’m afraid of spiders, I cry at the drop of a hat, I dream like I
mean it and none of those things make me any less capable; none of those things
makes me weak.
So, Romeo, you can indeed be the prince and I’ll be the
princess, and together we'll write the greatest love story—but I’ll be my own heroine,
because this princess doesn’t need any saving.
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