• tab Once upon a time, there was a girl who thought she was in love. When this little girl was roughly seven, she dreamed up her prince charming. The prince had to have certain traits for her to be satisfied. She made a descriptive prompt that looks something like this(remember, she was only seven while writing this) :

    tab Once upon a time, a boy was cute and pretty. He has brown eyes and brown hair. Though I don't know him yet, I will one day, when he comes to sweep me off my feet, just like Cinderella. Or maybe, it will be like Ariel and I will sweep him off his feet! Anyway, back to my prince. He must be honest. Honesty is very important. My dad told me it was...uh...vurchoous. Also, he must be funny. A good sense of humor always makes me laugh. He must be...er...have literature. Good literature is good because then they aren't stupid. He must know when to be a goof and when to be serious. You wouldn't want him to be uptight and boring all the time, and you don't want him to laugh when your cat dies. He must also be responsibible. My mommy tells me responsibibility is important becuase they need to do what they're told, but I hate doing what I am told, so I must be unresponsibible. I want him to write me stories and be ther when I need him. I want him to trust me with his problems. I want him to give me hugs. I love hugs. When I'm gone, I want him to miss me. He has to be taller than me. The most important thing is him wanting me to be his princess.

    tab This little girl was innocently helpless. Now, not so little anymore, she thought she had found her prince. His name, well, I'd like to think that's not important. He had brown eyes and hair, as well as the honest, responsible, and humorous personality. He was able to be serious and goofy at the right times. He was literate and wrote stories. He trusted her with his thoughts, and listened to hers. He always spoke the truth. He was taller than her, and missed her while she was gone. He was pretty, and she was oblivious of that, because she loved hime and looked beyond his face. He gave her hugs, and it was almost perfect, but there was something wrong. Something that would make everything else fade away, and the not so little girl would cry if I brought it up again. She probably cried about it everyday. The most important thing was missing, he didn't want her to be his princess. When I told her I didn't love her the way she loves me, she cried. I felt horrid, but I refused to lead her on. Though she still loves me, she is capable of only being friends. I know it hurts her, which hurts me as well, but I can't bring myself to not talk to her. I love her like a best friend, which is all I can give to the little girl with a dream of her prince charming coming to sweep her off her feet.