I am a Queen!

Yes, I am claiming this with all the rains that the sky has been falling in this city called Manila.

We had been drenched for so many days now with everyone dreading the afternoons because it is when the rains would fall resulting in so much flooding here and there and making the 35-minute drive home become three effing hours!  Yes this is my city and this is one of the ironic things we have to endure after a very sunny and hot summer.  Rains and storms!

And yes this post is all about the rain and me being a queen.  The recall of me being one inched on my mind during the three hour drive under the pouring rain when I need to stop and wait for the knee-deep water to subside.  Most of the cars did and so I had the luxury of time to indulge my mind on some fleeting realizations on the latest relationship fail I had months ago.

With the pounding rain on my shield and the hazard light blinking on the dark night, I clearly remember that I had worn a shimmering crown and held a heavy but pretty scepter in my early days.  And beside me was a tall and handsomey (in his own way) king.  I was the envy of most of the girls at school then since my king is that – a cute handsomey boy.  We would walk on the school grounds and be presented for all the school to see that we are the most regal and we deserve a red carpet.  We would hear whispers of envy and resentment from girls and grade-school like desires from boys as we paraded the school grounds with our court.  I waved to the crowd in my most queenly manner.  Yes, that was my time to be a queen.

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And with that, I know I deserve a king!  Not the one with a white horse galloping to my castle ready to combat anyone that comes on his way but a man with all the regal and character of a king.  Always strong and protective to his queen.  Loyal and true to his words.

This should have been my rule.  That I deserve someone not below the ranks but of a king.  Yay, this sounds superficial now! The thing is, I should have not settled – to a man far below my standards and character.  The last was way below passing my non-negotiable list I carefully put.

But, I slipped!  I ignored this ever important non-negotiable list and fell head first, with my heart wrapped in the mushy and gooey feeling called l.o.v.e. I  ignored every red flag that I am suppose to notice and act upon.  Yeah yeah… blinded and st*pid!

Yep, I learned the hard way.

But I know now.  My alter ego is now telling me “Seriously?  You said that the last time! And he also gave you a broken heart. You never learn! Hhmmppp!!”  This she tells me with her eyes rolling.  Hay…

Ouch.  That hurts!

And so I look for my king.  The one who will put a check on all, if not, most of the items I listed on my non-negotiables.  The list ain’t long and hard to fill.  And I am not looking for someone perfect because I know there isn’t.  I just need to find the king clothed and disguised as a normal person.  I’ll shed my crown and scepter too and be completely the normal girl.  And no, I’ll not be waiting for someone holding a glass slipper.  A pair of a three- inch wedge sandals will do!

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