Let's be real: it's hard to love the unloved. Why? The answer lies in the word itself. Unloved. It creates a perception of the person as someone who does not deserve love. But who am I to judge others? I used to think the same way until a certain someone changed my perception. 

a certain prince with daunting blue-grey eyes and a reputation that precedes him. 

Nah, I am not in love. This is not your beauty (again, I'm not much of a beauty in the first place) and beast retelling, where a naïve young girl falls for this tall, brooding guy. No, that's not what happened here. Come to think of it, I am not as naïve as some like to think. 

What happened is something... magical. Something more mystical than romantic love. He lured me, lured into his world. A dark, brutal world which is neither black nor white but a very slaty grey. And from there I fell into an abysmal hole. 

a lot like love, but still not quite it. 

I was learning; I am still learning. Trying to feel more than what words can say about a man. But now I think, yes, I am almost certain, that I have learnt a lot about love in one of the strangest ways possible. An unloved prince taught me how to love. He has changed my entire notion of love and life. And if he is here, somewhere around me, I just want to say; 

"yes, i love you."

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