My name is Mary and this is my story.
As you can see, I’m nothing special or should I say I was nothing special until I met him.
Let’s start from the beginning.
As I have said, my name is Mary Morningstar and I am 26 years old.
I look younger, right? Yeah, I know.
I have always looked too young for my age.
My childhood was ideal, but ended on a rainy night when I opened the front door and saw a police officer in a wet uniform.
“Hello. Is there an adult at home?” he asked.
The next thing I remember is my Grandma screaming and collapsing on the floor.
And then I knew. Unfortunately the little voice in my head was right. My parents were dead.
The police said it was a drunk driver and that the rain didn’t help matters. The car had caught fire. I was only 10 years old when that happened.
As long as I can remember I always loved to paint. Everyone said I had great talent. My mom always said that one day I was going to be a great artist and my dad used to call me “my little Picasso”. But on that night, I burned all my brushes in the fireplace and I never painted again.
After, my Grandma was forced to go to work so we couldn’t be homeless. You see, we didn’t get the insurance money because the drunk driver was never arrested. I have no complaints against her. She did the best she could for me. She had been my rock even though the pain of losing her beloved and only daughter, but she left me way too soon.
She died seven years after my parents. The worst part of it all ... was that it was the same day as my parents. Yeah, I know the irony.
I was on my own. At only 17 years old I was alone with no family. Nothing. I finished school and shortly after I started working.
In every single job I had the same problem. The boss or the boss’s son, asked for something I didn’t want to give. They wanted me to be their mistress.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not like those so called ‘moral girls’ who claim to be offended by such suggestions. If any of them were what I was actually looking for, and not so damn creepy, I would have done it.
Now you are probably going to ask me what I’m looking for. I’m not a pretentious woman but if he is beautiful, rich and famous I definitely couldn’t say no. I’m kidding of course. In all seriousness, and please don’t think I’m crazy, I’m looking for My Prince Charming. I want a man that I will fall for him just with a look. I don’t care about his appearance, his money, or his social status. The only thing I care about is he to love me back, nothing more. And then I would do anything for him.
After the problems I faced with all my bosses, I promised myself that I would never be involved in something like that. I would never let anyone mistreat me but because life is full of twists and turns, this promise was meant to be broken but we will talk about it later.
I forgot to tell you that my life, apart from many job changes, had nothing else. I had no friends, no social life. Nothing. Of course there were some random lovers, four as a matter of fact, but nothing permanent and certainly nothing romantic. Just satisfaction of my physical needs. The only good thing was my huge paper friend. Now you are probably wondering what I mean.
Well, one night, fired once again, I was lying on the floor in the middle of the living room, like Leonardo Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, and feeling sorry for myself. Suddenly I heard an unusual noise coming out on the street and I ran to take a peek out of the window.
I saw a crew place a billboard just across my house. Curious, I went out and asked what this was about and they told me it was a ‘new perfume ad’ and because I didn’t feel much like sleeping, I stayed there to watch the workers put it up.
Enough time later, it was ready and I was staring at it like a dumb fish. Before my eyes was the absolute cutest man I have ever seen.
He was beautiful and really sexy of course but not in my eyes. Where everyone else was seeing a hot model who advertises a new perfume, I was seeing a best friend. A brother. The brother I always wanted but never got the chance to have.
I don’t know why but the light green eyes of that strange man awakened in me the need for a friend, for a brother, for someone to protect me and make me feel safe. At first I thought I was crazy but eventually I decided to accept it.
So, since that day, every morning, when I was leaving my house, I was saying “Good Morning” to him and every night, I sat at the window and telling him everything. How my day was, what I felt, what I did but also I was talking to him about my past, my losses, my loneliness and my broken dreams.
He had remained silent most of the time and was watching me with those light green eyes ... but there were moments of chatter from his side.
When I was on the verge of going into a depression, he always said “Hang in there, girl. Stay strong and your life will change. Fate will smile at you and your Prince Charming will come on his white horse”.
And just like that we have come to today.