...there lived in a faraway land named 305 a little girl named Asha. She loved Disney movies and fervently believed that one day her prince would come. As she got older and smarter, she began to wonder what the hell was taking him so long to find her. Was he lost? Side-tracked? Decided he was gay? Her patient waiting turned to frustration and her romantic heart got sick...very sick.
After years with no end of her waiting in sight, the little girl decided that, if Prince Charming wasn't coming to her - then fuck him and the horse he was probably riding in on. It was false bravado - she knew in her heart that without someone to love and be loved by, a part of her, a big part, would always feel incomplete...
Cut to present day. Little Asha is damn-near grown now, nearing her 30th birthday, and daily has to fight to hold onto the little hope she has. There is someone who brings sparkle to her life, but the timing isn't right... There was someone who loved her once but decided that they had to spread that love around to as many people as possible - why stick with just one flower when you're living in a garden of plenty? There was one who tricked her, gave her false hope, showed her something different...
For privacy's sake, let's call them the Hamster, the Lion, and the Snake.
Currently, the Hamster has her confused. What hate she had - and she must admit, after her ordeal there was a little bit of hate - has recently evaporated. She reminisces about the good times and feels the emptiness of her home more keenly then ever. Not looking for a redo or a "for old time's sake"... just wondering what it was about her that he couldn't love... Wondering if there is something she could change so that new love can enter her life.
The Snake got to her in a vulnerable moment - like Eve. Promised that by eating the Forbidden Fruit, she would gain valuable knowledge, freedom from set norms, release from her pedestal... But like the original serpent, he too was a liar, a false friend. The love words that had begun to rumble up from her stomach now lay as ashes on her tongue. Lesson learned.
But it is the Lion - her lion. The one who, like Aslan, is not a "tame" lion. He smiles and shakes his mane and roars and something answers inside of her. She doesn't know if they match, but she does know that there is truth in what she feels for him. The unknown is a scary place for her, and she tries her best to control that which cannot be forced, leaving her unsteady, unsure, scared...
But scared is not an end. Scared is simply an understandable reaction to something honest in a dishonest world. Not one word has she uttered false to him - a first for her. And her arms may have always been open, but her heart has never been cold. There is much she could tell him, about her first feelings - denied, hidden. Much she could say about her secret dreams.
Can someone look like a lion and be Prince Charming in disguise?
Hmmm....
Well, one thing is for sure. This story will definitely have a happy ending, one way or another...
For now that it is simply - to be continued. :)
Good night Beautiful People.
-Asha
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