"But I want to save you. I wanna be the man who your heart skips a beat for. You tell me, what do I gotta do to get you?" I smiled, a genuine smile, and even laughed a little. But it wasn't just a flattery laugh, it came with the eye roll too. "See," I told him, "That's where this story gets twisted. Because in this story, I'm not a princess who needs saving. I'm not in a fairytale where you're gonna ride up in white horse or limousine and sweep me off my feet. But instead, I save myself. I live, learn, push you away, cry at stupid shit, make inappropriate jokes, and I grow. Because that's what this story is about. Growth. Not saving someone. I don't want to be saved. I just want a helping hand." I picked up my drink, and sat it back down and smiled. "Should we go ahead and get the check now?"