smile , cry ; just live.

When I was 5 years old my mother enrolled me in a drama class of 5 other kids. After 11 years, I remember one boy in particular. He was a young boy who had a major crush on me. I, at the young age I was, liked him too. I always persistently asked the drama teacher to let him play the prince, and let me be the princess. Eventually, after class, he was the boy who always helped me on with my jacket, my boots, and held the door open for me as I left. I remember every day I got in the car with my mom, I watched him drive away, wondering if I would ever see him again. It was one of those childhood moments in life you’d look back on and go “what if” about seeing them again.

Now, I kid you not, this is not one word of a lie. Eleven years later, my boyfriend Adam and I put on a horror movie, only to have my mom laugh when I screamed at a not so scary part in the movie, and call me a drama queen. She told Adam about my being enrolled in the very class, and told her of the very boy who we remembered for eleven years to this day. The look on Adam’s face was mixed with surprise, and a bit of happiness as my mom started adding details, then Adam, then I, began to fill in some other memories of that drama class. At first, we persisted this wasn’t true, and that this was just insane of us to believe, but after we gave an hour worth of clues, and memories to back it up, we realized that he was the young, brown haired boy who treated me like a princess. We don’t know how my mom managed to bring it up at the time she did, nor do we know how, after eleven years, we managed to find each other once again, but I don’t think we stopped smiling for 2 hours, and frankly, we still are, as we write this. We insisted for two hours that this only happens in the movies, and that fairytale are for books and tv. I always recognized his eyes, and he always knew he knew that smile from somewhere. We’re still in shock, and we’re waiting to wake up from this wonderful, unbelievable dream.

My mom always told me I’d find someone who’d treat me like a princess. Who knew it would be the prince I always dreamed about from the mere age of 5.