Someday My Prince Will Come
I have a very good friend whom I have known since I was four and she was only two years old. Therefore, we have entered into the same milestones at the same time or at slightly different times, because of the age difference. We were both home schooled, got our ears pierced, had our first crushes, got our driver's licenses, and went to dances. However, yesterday she passed me up and went through a door into which I have no entrance as yet. She got engaged.
She's known this young man for a long while, and always talked of him above all others. They started spending a lot of time together, and finally entered into a courtship. She became engaged on New Year's Day, which was yesterday. I logged onto my Facebook, and before the photo loaded, I saw a plethora of congratulatory wishes. She had stated that she was in love in capital letters, and then the beautiful silver ring with diamonds in the center sparkled on my laptop screen.
I guess you could say I wasn't very surprised. I had known that it would happen sooner or later. After all, the fellow had purchased her a car as a gift! Still, I felt something, I don't know what it was. Jealousy? Sadness?
As I stared at the picture, I knew it was both. Two years younger than I, and engaged to the man she loved. I was jealous of her new status. I was sad, because I knew that I could not know her happiness. I could not know her level of experience. I was, for the first time in about seventeen years, left behind in the dust, gazing upon what I could not have. Of course, I am not jealous of her boyfriend. Just the love that she shares, the dreams that she has built in her castles in the sky.
I do know, however, that someday my prince will come. In some ways, I am glad that he has not come yet. In a lot of ways, I do not feel prepared for the responsibilities of marriage and family life. When that day does arrive, I will bless it and call it good.
She's known this young man for a long while, and always talked of him above all others. They started spending a lot of time together, and finally entered into a courtship. She became engaged on New Year's Day, which was yesterday. I logged onto my Facebook, and before the photo loaded, I saw a plethora of congratulatory wishes. She had stated that she was in love in capital letters, and then the beautiful silver ring with diamonds in the center sparkled on my laptop screen.
I guess you could say I wasn't very surprised. I had known that it would happen sooner or later. After all, the fellow had purchased her a car as a gift! Still, I felt something, I don't know what it was. Jealousy? Sadness?
As I stared at the picture, I knew it was both. Two years younger than I, and engaged to the man she loved. I was jealous of her new status. I was sad, because I knew that I could not know her happiness. I could not know her level of experience. I was, for the first time in about seventeen years, left behind in the dust, gazing upon what I could not have. Of course, I am not jealous of her boyfriend. Just the love that she shares, the dreams that she has built in her castles in the sky.
I do know, however, that someday my prince will come. In some ways, I am glad that he has not come yet. In a lot of ways, I do not feel prepared for the responsibilities of marriage and family life. When that day does arrive, I will bless it and call it good.
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