July 2011
2 posts
Prince Charming
As a child, my mind fed off of Disney movies and storybook endings. I dreamed of the day my Prince Charming (taller than I am, dark and handsome, of course) would gallop to my tower upon his white horse, shower me with flowers, come to my window and shout “Brooklyn, my love let down you hair.”, Climb up and whisk me away to eternal bliss in a gingerbread house. You may snicker at my...