I'm not a princess,

This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet and lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't Hollywood
This is a small town
And it's too late for you and your white horse
To come around.

Because I've found something better and tomorrow makes it one month :] I'm not really that sad over Jordan anymore. I guess it just wasn't in God's favor for me, and maybe things are better that we don't talk any more. He did move pretty fast and that's never a good sign. But yes, I have found someone who thinks I am perfect and treats me like a queen. Some may say I have him 'whipped', but I think it's more that we respect each other and do things for each other and don't just see each other as sex objects. Eric and I are at the place right now where we cuddle and watch movies, kiss goodnight, and leave each other cute texts and notes. I love it. I don't have to worry that he will break up with me because I'm too prude nor do I have to worry about being rushed. I mean, he's not perfect, and neither am I. Sure, he isn't a Jordan-look-alike, but I think he is great looking. I think another problem with Jordan was that I felt inferior to him because he was so wealthy and very, very good looking and popular at his school. Me, I'm middle class but I have nice things, and I'm not ugly but I am certainly not the prettiest or most popular girl at my school. I'm okay with that. Eric is obsessed with playing as many sports as he can, and I'm obsessed with playing as many instruments as I can. Our hobbies are alike, but not in the way that we are competitive about them, and I like that. I appreciate the little things he does for me, like sending cute texts, making sure I get home safely, kissing my forehead when I'm falling asleep, and never do I get tired of hearing his friends tell me of how much he talks about me. And no, he isn't the total romantic-verse-reciting-throwing-rocks-at-my-window-Noah-Calhoun-calls-me-beautiful-dances-with-me-in-the-rain-makes-me-mixed-cds-knows-all-my-favorites-surprises-me-for-no-reason prince that I have always wished for, but who in this world fulfills that desire? A better question is, how could I, a normal human being, live up to this person's expectations? I know I couldn't be the Charlie's-Angel-cooks-amazingly-always-looks-like-a-model-doesn't-nag-always-cheery-agreeable-mysterious-perfectly-petite-daring princess any man wishes for. So no, he's not everything I have ever wanted, and I'm cool with that. It wouldn't be fair. I think God gives us our quirks and makes us argue to bring us closer. A perfect person would be so boring. Maybe Eric and I will last, maybe we won't. So far, we have lasted longer than almost any relationship I have been in before, and I'm not becoming bored with him and I hope he isn't with me. Whatever happens, happens, and for a reason. He's not riding a white horse and he's not Prince Charming, but I am not Juliet descending her stairwell, so I will take this for what it's worth.