My Prince came for me last Saturday night. Apparently, he's in town again for some official monkey business. He looked very happy that night. Well, who would not? After being stuck in his lonely island for two weeks, he finally had the chance to visit his princess.

I still could not forget the thrill the last time we were together. Early dawn, we were on a chariot sailing along the sleepy streets of the city. While on the ride, he kept on telling me to hold tight while grabbing my hands and putting it around his torso. And so I did. I held him tight, closed my eyes and wished for the night not to end. But even a princess can not have all the things she wants. My Prince has to go and the princess has to wait for his return...

However, unlike any other fairytale our story is not written in a colorful book.

When I first met him, my Prince Charming was not wearing a shining armor. There were even no dragons nor a wicked step mother involved. It's the most unromantic 'Once upon a time' ever, if you'll ask me. Even until now, I refuse to believe that I met my Prince along a dark alley under a tree in the middle of the night upon the arrangement of my silly Fairy Godmother.

No magic spells, no genie to grant wishes, no glass shoes, not even a sight of the seven dwarfs but my Prince brought extreme happiness to me. The feeling is very different, it's like the excitement one feels seeing a star fall down from the heavens.

Just like our other dates, we try to keep it secret. We have made a pact to meet in our little hidden kingdom somewhere downtown. A one room ghetto with two beds and an old magic mirror. In that small room we let go of ourselves. Two strangers trying to make most of their borrowed time.

Little by little, I have come to know and understand my Prince better. The pages of his life may be thick and full of footnotes, but I'm not in a hurry. I'll cross my fingers for this one and hope for that time when I can say, 'and they live happily ever after'.