"You’re the kind of girl people read about in fairy tales."
"I don’t want to be a princess. I don’t need saving."
He cocked his head to the side and considered me for a second. I could feel his eyes on me and I looked up to meet his gaze only to look away again. Those grey pools bore into me and I shrugged the shivers off.
"You’re not a princess." He began, "you’re the side character who nobody ever gives a second thought to. You’re the friend who takes the fall; the companion who’s always second best; the under-appreciated, forgotten character. You’re softly spoken yet always opinionated."
He sat down in front of me and lifted my chin so our eyes met. I shook my head and he paused.
"You act so strong, so on top of everything. You’re the girl who no one knows even though they think they do."
And then he kissed me and my heart flipped.
"You’re the girl authors dream of. You’re the symbol whose so understated only the select few understand. I would never demean you by comparing you to a princess."