i've always been a cowboy.and i've always thought it was a good thing. after all, i didn't have parents who can afford to give me the life of a princess.
and it never hurt to be one of the boys sometimes.
until last night. until i realized that as a result of my being a girlfriend who never demanded much, i had a boyfriend who never gave much either.
he's hot. he's amazing. he's sweet and caring.
but he's a prince, and sometimes that scares me. cause that means he's used to princesses.
he's used to girls who demand, girls who can't figure out how to go to makati without their drivers and yayas in tow. he's used to girls who smell sweet and nice, and girls who can peel off shrimp with their knives and forks.
he's not used to me.
he's not used to a girl who'd do things her own way if no one else will do it for her.
he's not used to the girl who'd commute alone at 2 a.m. because it's dumb to ask someone to pick her up at that god awful time.
he's not used to the girl who'd fix her license and car registration by herself.
things are really tough now.
and sometimes, i find myself unhappy with this person who used to make me smile all the time.
i'm no princess.
and i don't know if i'm cut out to be one.
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