"He must have died along the way; my prince charming. That clumsy man-child must have tripped on thorns of protruding roots on his way to my castle ; hit his head on a rock then he bled himself to death. Or maybe he had lost his way inside a garden maze and starved to death. He could have bitten from a poisonous apple and die; or he must have pricked himself with a needle and fell into a decade long slumber.
I do not really care anymore why it is taking him this long to find me. I am done waiting and I have had enough. I am tired of crying my heart out each night hoping that somebody out there could hear the sound of my weeping. Or that someone would eventually find me by following the sound of my grief and rescue me from despair. Maybe that pathetic loser heard and followed someone else's weep mistaking it was mine. It does not bother me anymore.
All I know now is that I am no princess and there is no prince out there in the wilderness struggling to find his way to me. I am no princess with long blonde hair whose prince is about to save me from stupid towers or ugly monsters. I am just a plain girl with a hideous bob haircut; with skin which has survived bouts of puberty acne breakouts. I am a princess downing these shots of tequila on this lovely evening. A princess who started accepting the possibility that her prince charming must have been hit by a truck or got murdered on a cold pavement. Nobody would take me home to his castle.
Or maybe, just maybe, he is the one who needs saving. Yeah, it's the 21st century, or the 22nd I think? Doesn't matter! Maybe instead of waiting for the motherfucker, I should be the one to find him. So I proclaim; my soul mate, my clumsy prince charming; must have been in a coma... And I just need to look for him in every hospitals in the country!"