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I had forgotten what it felt like;
What it’s like to feel special,
To feel special without expectation.

There comes a point in time when,
If you’re lucky enough,
As a girl, you start to feel like a princess.

It’s more than just have doors held open
Or having meals cooked for you.
It’s the little things in between.

The looks that melt you on the inside
The gentle caress of a knee
The holding of hands whilst roaming the city.

All those minute details that an outsider
Might never think twice about,
But mean so much more to you.

And in the end sometimes it’s enough,
That if someone tells you you’re a princess often,
You might actually begin to believe them.

And once you believe them,
Before you know it,
You might as well accept that you are in fact,
A princess…