The man I love is not perfect.
He is not the prince charming of my childhood dreams-
He is not romantic. He doesn't give me flowers or chocolates on special occasions. He just gives me flower seeds so I can plant them myself in a pot and watch them grow in my garden.
He doesn't even know how to write a beautiful poem. He just tries to write me a love letter or a short note or a text message, even if his grammar isn't neat.
He doesn't buy me big stuffed toys or fancy jewelries. He just buys me medicine for my headache and massage my neck, arms, and legs when I'm tired.
He doesn't take me to expensive restaurants. He just cooks for me and eats with me in front of the TV. He even gives me the meaty part of his chicken and eats the leftovers in my plate.
Yes. He is not my prince charming, but he treats me like a princess. He does my laundry. He fixes my broken things. And when we're outside, he holds the umbrella for me. He grips my hand when I'm scared of stray dogs. And at night when I have a bad dream, he hugs me back to sleep. He protects me like a prince should protect his princess.
Yet, the man I love is not perfect-
There are times when he argues with me. He can get mad at me. He sometimes fails to understand what I don't say. He may do things I asked him not to do. He may say things I don't like to hear.
Because the man I love is not perfect.
He is REAL.
And his realness and imperfections are what caught my heart throughout these years. And I will never trade that for anything else. I will never trade what we have for anything at all.
And if you will ask me if I'd like to marry this imperfect man and give him my world, I will gladly say "I do".
NOT MY PRINCE CHARMING
-elya
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Elya's Notepad
PoetryThere are millions of stories scattered across the night sky- and some of them are mine. 🌙🌟 Elya's Notepad (a collection of prose and poetry)
