It's fantasy, marriage. An idea threaded through a woman's mind like a masterpiece;
Little seeds planted from the time she was little.
A big party, equally large dress; the day you get to be that princess in your favorite story.
You nervously walk down the aisle where you see the prince you are about to wed,
Your story ending in happily ever after.

It happens, to other people besides myself. They get their princess day.
With the white gown and the elegant hair and dancing the night away in the arms of your beloved...
But it doesn't happen to me.
Marriage isn't for me.
Something I have always known, but finally admitting it has left a vacant and crumbling hole in my heart.

Scared, nervous, and unsure he decides to forgo marriage as well.
Scars from the past making his views obsolete. Marriage isn't for him.
But he loves a girl. With his whole being he loves her.
And she knows it. And she loves him back.
But she wishes and hopes and prays that one day his view can be changed.
Because even though marriage isn't for her, she still dreams of one day seeing her man down on one knee asking her the question she has always wanted to hear.

"Will you marry me?"

But the question doesn't come. She's sure the question won't but always the hopeful one she stands patiently waiting for the day she hopes will come.
She doesn't hold her breath. But she hopes.

Because nothing hurts more than knowing that marriage is out of the picture while you watch people you know tie the knot.
Live her dream.
The dream she is letting go.

Her names mean princess; she was her daddy's princess.
She wants to be his princess.
She wants her princess day.

But will it ever come?