As I was a young person, my mom and my best friend’s mother always bought us same dresses. The laces, the models, the cut, all were the same. The only difference was the color. She got basic colors like baby pink and broken white, while I bright ones like yellow and green.

We always pretend that we were princesses from faraway land and that one day, a knight in silver armor would save us from ferocious dragons. We spent the day chasing small, yellow butterflies or picked some unknown wild, red berries and ate them direct from the trees. We got our hair curled (mine was not as successful as her, though) and our lips glossed. We sang infamous children songs under pine trees stayed erect guarding the walls of our housing complex.

We were princesses with our lacy pink and yellow gowns and easy dreams of living happily ever after.

Nah, our lives are not that easy, actually. Our friendship were somewhat ended by the time we entered high school. She grew much prettier (and more popular) than me. Her having a husband after finishing university and being divorced 3 year later, drew us even farther as here I am, still single, struggling to find my soul mate.

No knight in shining armor.

But, I had my Britney Spears Fantasy last month. Thesmell captivated my senses. An opening of tart fruits and vanilla cupcake brought my childhood memories back, when we made our hand dirty as the juice of berries splurged out as our biting continued. And, when we were tired, our mothers were ready with cakes fresh from the oven. What a worry-free life we had!

Minutes later, the green jasmine petals started to say hi and placed her next to mine. Fresh and light, it was taking me to our childhood garden of flowers. I felt like I was in junior high, being shy but needed to be good-looking. The light vanilla cupcake accord still lingered hesitantly.

Leisurely, the innocence faded away as we grew older. And so Fantasy. The vanilla turned more seductive with the appearance of sexy musk and iris. Gosh! Suddenly, I felt like a lady, still in my light-yellow-ball gown, ready to flirt with handsome men.

If everybody has a fantasy, this cologne took part quite hastily in mine: to be myself whom was a young girl full of laughter into a grown-up-female, still full of laughter. My curly hair was still on. My lacey gown is too in. And, so does my dream of a-knight-in-shining-armor!
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