Treat Her Like A Queen, Not A Damsel

“Why me,” he asked.
“Why do you love me more than you’ve ever loved anyone before me?”

With his hand in mine, I told him,
“because you treated me like a queen, long before I truly became one. Everyone else treated me like a princess in need of a knight to save her; you treated me like a queen, the kind a king would want to rule beside.”

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Someone: “Are you okay?”

Me: “I’m not okay. Just tired. I didn’t sleep at all well last night.”

Someone: “Oh, too much homework?”

Me: “No, too many thoughts. Yeah.”

Someone: “Dang. Well you still have today to do it. Have you studied for the test?”

Me: “A little, I tried to but I couldn’t. 

Someone: “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re smart.”

Me: “I failed the last one though, but I’ll just try my best, I guess. Even though it’s probably not enough.

Someone: “You can do it.”

Me: “I can’t, but thanks.”