Romanticisms

I love that song.
And I wonder why we still smoke so much weed, I suppose it's because at this point in my life it's the only thing to do.
I was with Catwoman and My Prince (I'm not sure what else to call him) and we were all having a good time, when suddenly we turned a corner and I saw Satan.
I swear my heart completely stopped, I hadn't seen him since November, haven't spoken to him since our argument over Facebook around the same time.
A million moments flashed across my mind, but I finally let him go....
It seems like he's matured, I'm glad.
I'm glad that he let go, I'm glad that neither of us can really remember the weekend that we met and somehow convinced ourselves that we were in love.
I never finished that story about him, it's approximately thirty pages typed right now; I'm not sure if I'll ever finish it.
Maybe someday....
Now about My Prince, well, he's everything I've always wanted in a guy.
Genuinely smart, amazingly funny, super sweet, magnificently romantic....
He gives me flowers every day, tells me I'm pretty, holds doors for me, walks me home, makes me laugh, cheers me up when I'm sad.
He has the most gorgeous blue eyes that remind me of the ocean, and he's taller than me.....
And most of all he likes me for who I am, some of my friends don't get along with him; but they don't get along with anyone.
He makes me very happy, I feel like a fairytale princess....