It's a strange thing, isn't it? To exist, yet not truly be there. To be seen by no one, yet see everything. Especially *him*. My prince charming. He doesn't know me, not really. He doesn't even know I'm here. But I know him. I always have, in a way. He is the light I sought in the darkness, the kindness I craved when all I knew was cruelty. And ...Read more