He believed that she was one of those charming princesses that lived in an enormous castle, surrounded by flowers and plenty of spells and fleeting gentlemen…He shared with her prolonged lunches, unforgettable suppers, deep and endless hugs and moments full of laugh and affection. He made her believed that she was a princess at times, until she broke the charm with a simple kiss…From there on, he began to look at her with her true being. He realized that she was not exactly a princess. She was as normal as anyone else. But it also happened that he realized he needed a “real” princess, who was tamable and always happy.
He was looking for a beautiful and insipid princess, immutable and romantic. It was all that kiss' fault. A kiss can carry you to the glory or enclose you in hell: “Your own hell.” If she hadn’t kiss him, maybe they could continued giving each other hugs, sharing their lives in the middle of hours enclosed in a fairytale… but then, she wouldn’t have been who she really was: A woman as simple as black and white, not perfect, far from having a castle and other riches, but with something enormous and loving beating in the left side of her body: A heart.
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