My heart is dreaming again, and not of you
Not of anyone in specific
It's as if I believe in princes again and I don't mind that you found your princess
Because Ive found you were my friend, but not my prince
And whether he's on a white horse or in a beat down, makeshift car, or even taking the local train,
I believe he'll come, and he'll love God, and he'll love me
And that will be more than enough.
~AA
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