I heard a story of a woman who loved a man and believed that man loved her, too.
She believed his love was the kind of love that would never falter, was without any condition, and he would love her always.
No matter what.
She believed he would protect her, without regard for his own safety, because he couldn’t bear to realize a life without her.
She believed he wanted to be with her always, and if she ever went away, he would long for her, and wait for as long as she took to walk through the door.
And he would be there.
She believed he wanted to make her happy, and her happiness was his happiness, because he loved her that much. And when she cried, he’d soak up her tears. And when she needed to talk, he’d listen patiently. And when she desired nothing but his body close to hers, he’d lay still beside her and never try to move away.
She believed he loved her this way because she’d read all the books -every Cinderella-like fairy-tale- when she was a little girl, and that’s what she wanted.
Her Prince Charming.
And she believed she had found him, until he proved she hadn’t.
She cried most nights, and every time she was alone, because she knew her life didn’t match the stories she had read.
Then one day she stopped crying, and she let the man who didn’t love her go.
Despite the heartbreak and disappointment, she was determined not to lower her expectations. She still wanted the fairy-tale ending she remembered so well.
She prayed that the next time she fell in love, her recipient would be deserving of her devotion.
She got lonely while she waited for her Prince Charming to come. She went to a shelter and brought home a shaggy dog that wagged his tail every time he looked at her.
She loved him right away and believed he loved her, too.
This time, she was never proven wrong…….
And she lived happily ever after.