When he started to understand the world, she became his first wish. When he was done knowing the world, she became his last wish. But alas, she always wished for someone else.
If it was easy, Why would we even try? Why would we even care? Why would we hang on for dear life? If it was easy, What would be the thrill? What would keep us on our toes? What would make our heart beat wildly? If it was easy, Would it really be worth it? [...]
He was looking to be her hero. She was looking for someone just enough to grow old with. She was looking to be his princess. He was looking for a younger replacement of his queen mother.