Meeting my Prince Charming

    I was in a place with a crowd of strangers when I encountered my Prince Charming.  Different kinds of people were literally just around the corner.

    As I was standing then, not as a Princess but like a lady-in-waiting, an unknown man suddenly approached me from behind and held my hand so tight.                           Surprisingly, I did not react violently to refuse his unofficial and informal manner.   Looking back at him curiously, I realized that I was just as tall as his shoulders.   So I needed to lift my head a little higher to glance his face. We were still holding hands when I finally recognized his features.   My eyes were nailed to him.  I was mesmerized by his looks.   Heck, he was absolutely handsome!

    That is how I met the man of my dreams.   Strange, isn’t it?      It happened in 2005, on a cool December night while I was impersonating Sleeping Beauty.   But it was my mother’s voice that woke me up instead of a kiss from my Prince Charming whom I did not get along with a little too well (sigh).

    Now that it is December again, I guess he is on his way to join me in dreaming great things for Aslan (God).  Maybe he comes from a very far yet magnificent palace that it took him years to travel or maybe his horse got tired so he decided to hitch a ride with Santa Claus.   Maybe.......

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