I used to think that one day,
Prince Charming would come
and sweep my off my feet.
But now I know better.
All people originating from the male race
who won't tell a girl he doesn't like her to her face,
he won't tell her to leave him alone to her face,
and won't tell her that he loves her to her face.
I still hope for the guy who proves me wrong.
And when I protest,
he will listen.
And when I reject him, and pray that he returns,
he will come back.
And when I say "I love you"
he will say it and mean it.
And he will stay,
and persuade me that I am beautiful,
even when I'm not.
And this is love.