I grew up reading Aesop Fables, spent days watching and re-watching Disney Classics and living on an unhealthy dose of romance and contemporary novels with happy endings. Sure I have a prejudice; I am prejudice against anything that is not within my understanding of the norm. I am prejudiced against everything but knights in shining armours and bastards who would melt and lose their resolve for a girl. As the song goes
:-


They read you Cinderella,
You hoped it would come true,
And one day a Prince Charming would come rescue you,
You like romantic movies,
And you never will forget,
The way you felt when Romeo kissed Juliet.

All 4 One- I Can Love You Like That


I believe there exists love so true, and love so pure that nothing can or will stop it, in that happily ever after endings. On the trams, in the market, I see grandpas and grandmamas hand in hand making their way slowly through the crowds, in their own world, patiently waiting for each other; an understanding so deep in their eyes, no words need to be uttered between them to know they have found ‘peace’, the perfect soulmate.


Reality bites, and the world today is not as it was a hundred or more recent, fifty years ago – there won’t be dashing knights on handsome horses, there won’t be gallant sword fights, what once could be those dashing men are not metrosexual or plain gay, sword fights turn to cold wars that ruin friendships, divorce rates are rising (and I intend to make my future income on that for a good cause- hey, why stay in a physically abusive relationship right?); to love, to cherish, to honour in all times, do not hold as much strength as they once did.


But maybe, just maybe, in modern day, there could be a prince charming, although dressed up differently, yet to come, yet to be found, who’ll watch romantic movies with me, who will believe in tales like Cinderella, who will cherish the love depicted in Romeo & Juliet. No less than that.


Hah. I’m going to grow into an old spinster with a penchant for Disney movies and sappy love stories from the era of Sleepless in Seattle and a houseful of Marian Keys wondering why life has passed me by.