Prince on A White Horse Goes To The Supermarket?!

A Crash With The Prince

I crashed at him at the supermarket. I met Mr. Perfect. The Prince. An accident or a destiny?!? He looked at me with such a look... It was love, love at first sight. Never before have I believed in such a things. In fact, I hardly believed in love in general. His eyes were full of inexplicable warmth. It was tender, sweet, shiny, lovely look... Such a look it is hard to forget. He... dark hair, soft skin, green eyes. But, is Mr. Perfect same as Mr. The Right One???

Look At His Hands

I don't know why, but the first thing I notice when I meet a man are his hands. Some  ''check'' if a man has clean shoes, ironed shirt or greasy hair. I myself look at man's hands - hands can give you a lot of information about a person (especially the prince) . I looked at this man hands and they ''told'' me he is a vow - free man. Apparently perfect... smells like Mr. Right One... Or, maybe appearance not always tells the truth?!? If something is not eye - visible, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I didn't have the latter sentence on mind when I first saw him at the supermarket... He collected the oranges that went all over the shop when he had crushed at me. A Mr. Gentleman - another ''plus'' for "the prince"... After few words, I only concluded what I' have already noticed even the first minute - ''He is the man of my life! He is my prince''.

Our First Date

He was a gentleman, but not an ordinary one. He knew how to behave when a woman was his company. But, he was not the one who would give you compliments all the time, no, no, no... He was more... practical. When I say '' practical'' I don't mean ''insensitive'' . Although practical, he was full of emotions, feelings. Although he didn't speak too much - and he still doesn't.

He was, in a way, a practical emotion and feeling - type like man. Yes, he was the one! Very few were like him. In fact, I haven't met a man like him before. If i had had met such a man, I wouldn't have fallen in love with this one... He walked me to the door when our first- date dinner was over. And he didn't even try to kiss me at the end of our first date - that fascinated me. But, also, I asked myself at least once - ''He didn't like me??? Is he my real prince?"

He was such a kind of man who believed in the famous proverb ''Easy come, easy go.'' . That's why I was convinced he had had  long - term plans for me. But, perhaps, perfection doesn't exist?!

My Prince Has A Princess Already.... It's A Pity!

He didn't even dare to lie to me. The next day he called me and said he  had something to tell me. He sounded unusually. His voice was not shaking, but he was nervous (I got that kind of impression) . His sentence was without hesitation - '' I am married!'' , he said. I thought he was kidding. I wished he was. He looked at me with the same look  as the first day we met - the same tender, sweet, lovely look - but this time, ''seasoned'' with fear. He was afraid of my refusal. How could I? He was (is) the love of my life!!! I didn't care if he was married!?! Or, I did...?!?

Where was his wedding ring?!? How could he do that to his wife?

The Imperfect Mr. Perfect

Was he the prince?!? Was I the princess?!? No, never have I considered myself a princess - that is the reason why my ''prince'' shouldn't be perfect. This one was ''the right one'' because he was imperfectly perfect or, perfectly imperfect...hum... Wen I think better, he was perfect, beside the fact that he was married. But, being married is not a bad humor...!?! The forbidden apple is even more delicious than the one in your hand...But who said that Prince should be free?

A Fairy Tale Love

Is it necessary to explain how our relationship was going on?!? He was perfectly handsome, a perfect kisser, perfect in bed... His marriage, in fact, was the only obstacle...Oh, I hated his wife!  I hated even him... at times. I was convinced I was nothing else but his shelter. But, then, I concluded, such stories simply happen in one's life. We fell in love and that is it! I didn't regret it; He didn't, also...I believe... Even now, when I am happily married and a mother of three beautiful children, I often compare him to my husband and to every boyfriend I have had after him.

Never again did I find someone like him - Never was I looking for someone like him... enough of perfection in this life... Someone like him, happen only once. I will remember him after everything he has taught me. He taught me that you don't look for love - love finds you. He taught me love is not a sin, but a blessing; He taught me not about life, in general, but about myself. He taught me so many things about myself that I hadn't had the ability to learn before he ''happened'' in my life. Before him, I didn't like myself, I didn't love myself,  I didn't appreciate myself. ''Me'' didn't deserve ''myself'' because ''I'' didn't know '' me'' well... He helped me discover a whole world hidden behind the letters of my name...

''And, they lived happily ever after (the famous end of each fairy tale) ... Only in my dreams... !

I see him ... lately... very often... Who can say to me '' YOU mustn't see each other! ''... In fact, I often do... do see him... In my dreams... I have dreams with eyes widely open... And he, he is here with me... The prince on a white horse is taking me, his princess, to our castle... ''