The Princess and Her Sword: A Tale of Self-Rescue

In losing you, I discovered my own depths. Meeting him was a revelation—not of who he was, but of what I truly sought. My mind’s canvas painted fairytales, enchanting narratives I embraced as destined finales. Yet, through each imagined chapter, one truth remained—I am the unwavering protagonist of my tale. Perhaps the omen I’ve been seeking is simply this: I am equipped with my own sword and steed, ready to vanquish my dragons, confront my adversaries, and liberate myself. The princess need not await a knight; she is fortified, tenacious. I wage wars invisible to others, yet I’ve yearned for a savior, a romantic deliverance. No longer. Today marks the end of tragic finales. I am my own champion. The wait for a valiant stranger is over. I shall be the architect of my victories, the author of self-love. Should he arrive, he may partake in my adventures. But henceforth, this princess has reclaimed her essence.

By:YV

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