To the Princess you’ll become…about the girl I remember.

I cannot speak to you about that which I know nothing about. I had Dreams when I was your Age…

they are broken, forgotten or out of my reach for good, now.Time has passed, I’ve made choices, people who loved me died too, All these gives my words a taste of bitterness. I’m sorry for it.

But ironically, this is exactly why i give you advice: to keep you from hurting your heart as I did.

1. Happiness is Within You. Pursue your Dreams before you’retoo old, cold or compromised to achieve them. May the day never comes when you look back and wonder why didn’t you pursue a certain Dreamon your own. Achieve your Dreams before tying your destiny to somebody else´s.

Also, know Yourself before trying to know someone else

If your couple defines You, Who are you without him then? Nobody? Never allowyourself such weakness. Men come andgo, but your Soul shouldn’t be driftwood.Become a strong person on your ownor you’ll end up being somebody else’s slave.

2. Marriage is Sacred, …Falling in Love isn’t.The rest of our lives is a lot of time to be ‘spent’… it should be enjoyed.But Always, keep sex Out-of-the-picture so that your mind will always see clearly WHO this other person

…really is.True Love doesn´t need skinor fondling and kissing.True Love is Dreaming…together.Growing together.

Helping each Other.Long before you

undress your skins…your Souls should be

deeply familiar with each other.

Finally, when two Soulsknow each other so well…to the point they share

Everything!then a Ring is the only Natural Consequence…of wanting to Sharetheir Joy for the restof their lives together.

I gained this ‘wisdom’ by tears. My tears and other people’s tears.

It sounds simple. Too simple to follow, perhaps. But if you forget to be YOUbefore you try to become a part of somebody else, then you´ll just be like the Seed of a Plant trying to grow under the Shadow of another tree.

Whoever you were meant to be, will never see enough Light again.You´ll become a ‘daughter’.

And if you try to be the Bigger tree, when will you rest? You’ll always befighting against birds and squirrels and moles. You’ll grow tired, always being the grown-up, the leader, the strength. Your Thoughts and Feelingswill be your only company.

You’ll become a ‘mother’.

Life… is to be Shared.Time… is to be Enjoyed.

Find a Friend. Be her Friend.Share your common ground,

Enjoy your differences.

Never settle, never.

For waiting for too longto get married, is always better than

wishing a divorce.

Women suffer after a divorce.Our society iswell, you know.

Khaleesi

Now, perhaps you wonder why do I care? Let me answer that with a series of very short stories that might let you see what lives in my heart.

That morning, was her birthday. She came in to my classroom as usual, just to say ‘Hi’. I gave her a small poem as a gift. She was my ‘sister’. Not that others didn’t call themselves my ‘sisters’ too, but she was the one my Heart actually felt like ‘the One’ for such matter.She died three years ago, two days after I visited her, unknowingly, for the last time. I will never have another ‘Sister’. My heart refuses.

The same year my ‘Sis’ died, I was already living with my ‘Queen’. The mother of my Prince. Who knows if we were meant to be or not? We were parents now and we loved each other. What could go wrong?Yet… something did. A ‘storm’ of problems hit us hard, sinking our ‘ship’. For some reason and according to me: she became my ‘daughter’ instead of my ‘Queen’. But who knows if I’m just wrong, all along.

‘Father’ knew I said. ‘Father help me’ I asked, and ‘Father’ didn’t… perhaps. Perhaps He did. I’m not sure. All I know is that my Love for the ‘Queen’ is almost dead now. I killed it.

Just like I killed my Love for my “Father’ that same year. The year where I lost my ‘Sister’, my ‘Queen’… my ‘Father’;

…all because I lost and will lose Time with my Son, My Prince.To the end of my days unless I find a solution that, never seems to come and please me.

Some months later, I was made some wounds to my self-esteem and my feelings. Princesses no longer think of me as a Prince. My ‘Queen’ loves me, but she thinks we’re not meant to be.My mother almost died. My father is sort of depressed.My friends n brothers are onto their lives, my brother is a father who spends all days

with his son. The list goes on...

But people take me fora wimp if I complain.

If anything, I´m not complaining. I´m only expressing my thoughts and feelings in hope to find some consolation.

Also, once written… I learn my lessons. I analyze my Soul. But I always need to think of a Reader… when I write. Always.

Even when I don’t plan to show it to anybody, I wonder whether the Reader would like my writings or not. I fear boring my Reader in fear of losing it.

Yet, above all… I fear losing… My inspiration.