When He Calls Me Princess —After I Stopped
Needing a Knight
— 2021 -2022
I didn’t grow up waiting for a knight to come save me.
There was no fairytale, no shining armor, no magical rescue.
I wasn’t the girl in the tower—I was the girl fighting her way out of it.
The one who climbed the walls herself.
The one who picked up her own sword.
Because I had to.
I fought.
I survived.
I masked my feelings, stood tall when I was breaking, and carried everyone else before anyone thought to carry me.
I didn’t wait for a man or anyone to come and fix what life broke.
But when I found him, I found something I didn’t know I was allowed to have:
Not a rescuer… but a place to land.
A home in a man who didn’t try to change me—he simply held me.
Who didn’t silence my fire—he stood beside it.
Who didn’t need to fight for me—because he chose to fight with me.
He calls me Princess—but not because I’m fragile.
Not because I wear glitter or need pampering.
He calls me that because I am his.
When he says Princess, it means:
“You’ve done enough.”
“You’re safe now.”
“You’re not a burden. You’re mine.”
"You are my little girl."
And maybe I didn’t have a pink room growing up.
Maybe I didn’t get to be soft, girly, or protected.
But I get to be all of that now—because I’ve chosen him, and he’s chosen me.
I didn’t need saving.
But I needed him.
And now, I’m still the girl who saved herself…
but I’m also the woman who lets herself be loved.
When he calls me Princess,
it’s not about fantasy.
It’s about truth: I am his.
