TwoCents | CHIVALRY IS DEAD

Where did all the princes go? I wonder.The ones who were there to always pick you up, hold you up and never let go.The one who would hold your hair back when you're so ill and are throwing a fit.The one who is there to run defence when you start a sordid fight.Did the earth tilt and throw them off or was it just a dream from age old times? Where did all the good men go?You know what you crave, what you really want.A man who'd run to your call and be at your beckon,Whom, although he is busy, has you at heart and never forgets you indeed.A loving and caring man, who is cliché enough to hold the door for you and pull your seat out for you, before his.A man strong enough to juggle his fears and yours.A man blessed enough to provide your every whim, just because he knows you love them, so it's not a waste. Where did Chivalry go?East or North, I don't know.What we called Chivalry was when a man got to his feet when his woman walked into the room.The smile on his face when he remembers the gem he has in his grasp.The subtle words of admiration that seeps from his lips for the one he loves. Chivalry is not dead, just forgotten.Sad, it is because, now a lot of men think the minimum and excuses are okay.I remember a time when a girl who is treated right would give anything, even a limb for the man she loves.Now, nobody cares enough to check if she has even had a good meal.If she's lucky, a good morning message drops on her phone at noon.He says "I love you" like clock work.The whole routine of it just kills all the emotions.Why don't you only say what you actually feel?"I Love You" should not be a compulsory prayer. It should be spoken when it is felt.  She will always wonder where the princes all went. The ones who made conscious effort to see that you are always smiling, are sincerely interested in your plight and want to solve your problems. She wonders;"What would it feel like to be treasured so? To be held in utmost regard. To be admonished in love, when I'm in my dour mood and praised excellently when I do something great. What would it feel like to complain about something you fear to the one you love and have him calm your storm. To be sure of the constant shoulder that you know you can always count on, to know that you have solid rock under your feet, someone who will support you, no matter what." It's a rare thing to find, but it does exist. Believe!

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