Princess

I call her my princess because that's what she is to me. She is one of the few things I love in this world and one of the fewer who loves me back. She is my first and only love. She is what gets me out of bed when i lack my own strength. And she is the only one whose touch can take away each and every one of my troubles.
When we were young and had not even had a taste of the real world yet, it felt real. Isn't that enough? It was enough for the both of us. I gave her a silver ring, inscribed with the word Princess and she wears it every day.
Out of High School, we went to separate colleges but we saw each other every month for a weekend at the lake where we shared our first kiss. The love between us grew even stronger even though we were apart. The summers were filled with even more love and on their last summer of their college years left  her with my child and an engagement ring on her finger. We were married on a rooftop in a light rain but that made it all the better. When the boy was born, we named him Andrew Michael and raised him through my graduate school and her part-time job. The child did not change the love we had for one another, but it made us a family.
Andrew Michael was a beautiful boy and grew up to be a nice young man. They were the best family anyone could ever ask for, and I was content. I had my princess. Together we could handle whatever the world threw at us.



This is what I was thinking when I called her and asked the most beautiful girl in school to the movies during the summer after my freshman year. I hoped that every word of it would become true...