Ironic it is, how after years of maturing as a young woman I never once thought to make my ideal Prince Charming someone who loved me for me, couldn’t get enough of my quirky edges, my artistic mental, my peculiar nature, along with my love handles and my thunder-thighs. I’m sure those were subconsciously always in the back of my mind, but I know I didn’t begin sending the slightest of those vibes into the atmosphere until I was heading into my twenty-second year of life. Looking back I just wanted to get to the happily-ever-after—find a man who I found attractive, who was respectful and loved me. Naive, and slightly delusional to think I even knew what love truly was. In hindsight, my heart/soul knew what the essence of love felt like, but to say I understood love in its entirety would be an injustice to it love’s grandeur.