Those words hit the prince like a sword.
He felt the ground under him disappear.
His heart didn’t just hurt—it shattered.
He sat quietly, holding the message in his hands. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak. He just stared into the sky, trying to understand why it hurt so much.
Still, he didn’t send another message. He didn’t ask her anything.
He whispered to himself, “Maybe… she was never meant for me.”
And with that, he locked her memory deep inside his heart, in a place where no one could see.
Then time moved on.
Two winters passed.
The world kept changing,
but a part of the prince’s heart stayed still.
One fine day, the princess sat alone, thinking about the past. She remembered the message the prince had sent her long ago—the one where he called her the most interesting thing in the world.
Slowly, she began to see the truth.
She realized the prince had never lied. He was innocent. He was kind. And his heart was true.
But now… it was too late.
The prince was no longer there. He had gone on with his life, far away from the place they once knew.
Three years passed.
Then one day, in a quiet corner of the kingdom, fate brought them face to face again.
The prince saw her from a distance. For a moment, time stood still.
He walked up to her and simply asked,
“How are you?“
The princess looked at him—her eyes full of softness, a hint of regret.
She knew, deep in her heart, that she had made a mistake.
She wanted to speak kindly, to bring back the warmth.
But the prince was not the same anymore.
His heart had been broken.
His smile was gentle, but it no longer reached his eyes.
He had loved her with all his heart once.
But now… that love was buried deep under years of silence and pain.
Then one day, by surprise, they spoke again. Just a few simple words—but the spark came back. Slowly, the princess returned to his world, like the moon coming back after a dark night.
Slowly, day by day, they started talking again.
They met often, sharing little smiles and stories.
Bit by bit, their hearts began to warm,
and quietly, they started to fall in love all over again.
One bright day, the princess told the prince with a happy sparkle in her eyes,
“I got a special job in the royal court. It makes me very proud.”
The prince smiled wide, full of hope and fun,
and teased her softly, “So… does this mean we should get married now?
And join our kingdoms together?”
The princess giggled, her cheeks turning pink,
and said with a gentle smile,
“When you follow your own dreams, and become someone great,
then—yes—we will marry and be together forever.”
They both laughed softly, their hearts dancing like little butterflies,
ready for the journey ahead, hand in hand.
The prince didn’t feel sad. He saw her words as hope, not rejection. A promise that one day, when he became who he was meant to be—not for her, but for himself—they would be together.
As he walked away, the wind softly sang a song of hope and dreams.
She waited patiently for him to become the prince he was meant to be.
And so their story goes on…
I know you’re reading this right now with that gorgeous, proud smile—like the queen of your own fairy tale.
Our story, full of dreams, laughter, and a little magic, reminds me just how lucky I am to have you. Just like the prince and princess who waited and believed, here we are, writing a love story that’s all ours.
So, my beautiful princess, if this made your heart flutter even a bit, then listen close:
Happy Birthday, My Love …
You’re not just a page in my life—you’re the whole book, the best story I’ll ever get to read over and over again.
If you’re smiling now, then my work here is done. But beware—this prince is always ready to make you laugh, love, and fall for him again and again.