Monologue

When I was seven, I thought life was like a fairytale. I kept telling myself that if I needed help, my fairy godmother would show up and resolve my problems by just saying Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo. I kept wishing upon a star hoping that one day peter pan would appear in front of my window and take me to Netherland. Most of all, I was convinced that one day I would find my Prince Charming. Not just any prince charming, but a Prince that would confront me with lollipops and candies. It wasn’t until my tenth birthday that I realized fairytale was not reality. I stopped expecting a magical woman to show up or an immortal boy to fly in my house. Regardless of my realization, I sustained the belief that my Candy Prince was still yet to be found. Fortunately for me, I think I might have found him.
It was a cold winter night when I saw him again. I was in the process of mailing out salvation boxes when my club president realized we were short in money. I volunteered to bring some home for safe keeping. Due to the weight of the boxes, I called up a friend for help. He said he was busy at the moment so I decided to call up a boy that I had just recently started to talk to in school. I didn’t expect him to leave his cozy house but he showed up 20 minutes later. He took the boxes and started walking. On our way back to my house, we started a conversation regarding to our likes and dislikes. He told me how much he loved skittles and offered me some. I wouldn’t say that was my complete fairytale story but doesn’t it sound like a prince coming to rescue the princess. More importantly, doesn’t he share similar characteristics to my ideal candy prince? What makes him a potential prince is his ability to ask me to be his princess. Of course, marriage is beyond the question. I was talking about his creativity of asking a girl to the prom. Every girl hopes that the way the guy would ask her to the prom would be memorable. I, for one hand, experienced something that was unforgettable.
One night in February, I heard a knock on my window. When I opened the shade I saw my candy prince. He was standing outside my house, next to his horse, to be exact it was his bike. Because my family was asleep, I was unable to invite him in. As a result, we talked for hours outside my house until 1 a.m. Finally, before he left, he asked me “would you go to the prom with me?” I was caught by surprised. Without hesitation, I said yes. YES. YES. YES. It felt like I was living a fairytale life again. After that day, I knew he was more than just a person I see in school; he was a potential candy prince.