I came upon something today.
I've been searching to find myself, to go back to the old me.
The one who could make herself happy.
That's just it.
I cannot alone fulfill my own needs.
Only he can.
My King.
A princess needs her King to comfort her, build her up upon a hill after she falls to the valley.
Hold her tight in his warmth when she is overcome by anxiety of loneliness.
But most of all she needs to walk with him in every moon and sun.
She needs that small ounce of faith to continue to drift in the starry night.