Once A Princess (One-shot)

Once A Princess

You were the same girl, you had the same eyes, you wore the same smile, you still have that tattoo near your collarbone I never understood. But the feeling was no longer the same.

You were weird.

You're weird because there are only two things you love about yourself - first, your split ends and second, the way you can split them over into halves.

You're weird because you didn't like Nutella.  No, it wasn't just that. You hated it. The taste of it bothers you that you almost just threw up the first time you had it. And who in the world just hates Nutella?

You're weird because your name is George and it feels weird calling you that especially that you're a girl.

A girl with the weirdest '90s below-the-chest haircut, I almost wondered how you kept its volume 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. A girl with the weirdest taste in fashion--the only one I knew who never followed the trend--but you can still pull it off and look breathtakingly gorgeous anyway. A girl who wears fancy dresses and is a big fan of metal music. A girl that defies stereotypes.

You're weird because men can't help but look at you every time you walk  on the streets, even with baggy clothes on.

You're annoyingly weird, Goerge, and your life is just a big mess I never thought I'd participate into.

But I loved you.

The moment I laid my eyes on you, it wasn't just because you were weird or gorgeous.

It was because I heard the music in my head, and damn, I loved it.

I love your eyes, I love the wrinkle on the side every time you smiled. I love your smile and everything that constitutes it—your perfectly crooked teeth, your full pinkish lips, your tongue that fondle your teeth every time you talk. I love how that little dimple shows just below your eyes every time you cackle. I love how you frown, how you bat your eyes, and how it turns me on. I love that tattoo on your collarbone, and I love that I didn't understand any of it.

I love the way I smile unknowingly every time I look at you. I love how you make my heart beat fast whenever you're around.

I loved you.

And maybe, you loved me, too.

I was an average guy who works at McDonald's to pay for my college fees and who was too lazy to even go out of my apartment to do something new. I was never a fan of mess, but you made my life a mess. The kind of mess I didn't mind having, a beautiful mess. You made me take risks, you opened my eyes to a whole new perspective.

I first met you in an art gallery. Your weird green dress caught my attention more than the anything inside that room.

You were art itself.

I talked to you, found out we went to the same college, and that you were new.

And I was just so lucky to be the first guy you met in a new place.

I was your partner in crime. We were young and naïve, and damn were we stupid. We did things I never have imagined myself doing. We escaped classes then we'd ride to somewhere we've never been before. We'd get lost in a whole new place, we'd drink our last bottles of beer, we'd spend our last cash for another beer and just stay there laughing at each other because we've nothing left to pay for a ride home.

I wanted to be an engineer, and you, well you told me you wanted to be a princess.

"I can make you my princess," I chuckled.

"No. no. I want to be a real princess," you smiled back, but you were kidding. You wanted to be a fashion designer, I know. I saw your works at the back of all your notebooks, and like you, they were beautiful.