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“i dreamt of being sinderela” sambit ng kaibigan kong si Trae habang nakaharap, humihigop ng kape, sa akin “or at least live inside a fairytale”
“really? you wanted to be a maid, or a slave? you need saving?”
“hindi lahat ng nasa fairy tale ay nagiging maid or api! I just want a prince charming, that's all”
“...”
not everyone needs saving.
“you can't be saved...”
“why not?” she rolled her eyes “and besides, any prinsipe can save me ano? they cannot for sure resist my kagandahan”
“what i’m saying is... because you're already saved, and safe here, right where you are”
“nah ’wag na nga, I just realized I don't need saving”
even a strong woman needs saving sometimes.
kung alam n’ya lang na ipagtatanggol ko s’ya kahit kanino man. kung alam n’ya lang na s’ya ang reyna sa binuo kong mundo. only if she knows what i’m going to risk just for her to be safe. life doesn't need to be hard on her, for her to be saved. she doesn't need to wear a glass slipper to be loved. because she, being her, is worth saving.
