A princess or a gypsy?!

I had the chance to be around both, Princess and Gypsy.
Princess is a princess in every meaning the word describes. The way she moves around so quietly, yet elegantly. The way she walks as if taught by a professional. When she talks, it is as if the best linguistic in the world is guarding her tongue. Her voice is so soft that you want to listen to her forever as she makes you feel in paradise. Her laughter is never loud but more like a decent smile. She is so perfect that you feel she never makes a mistake. Whenever she is around, you can do nothing but watch her in wonder and feel you want to bow in respect.
However, you never get the chance to be her friend. She would be close yet so distant, as if a star so far away or a fairytale princess in her ivory tower. You try to penetrate that barrier and get to her mind but you never succeed because she is like a precious diamond in a sparkling glass window with hundreds of security codes that you can’t break. So you only keep watching and admiring her every time, wishing and trying to be closer, then you realize you can’t, so you simply give her one more look and you go on your way.

Gypsy is the opposite in every way. Her loud voice and chattering laugh come before you can even see her, and the moment she steps in the air feels different As she moves, everything around her get a piece of her attention. She is either talking to someone, to something or to herself. She is so full of life and energy to a contagious degree that you stay around her for a while and you are more live as you have ever been. The excitement you see in her eyes when she talks about something she believes in makes you so excited about the topic, even if you were not previously. As an opened book, one look in her eyes and it’s like you are in her heart and mind. So opened and so bold as if she has no fear, yet at moments of weakness so fragile that you just want to do anything to comfort her. You disagree with her in a conversation and she will not rest in peace until she proves her point but in the warmest and most friendly way you have seen that by the end of the conversation you don’t know if you want to wrestle her or hug her.

So if you were at a point where you had to choose to become one of them, who would it be? Would it be the princess who everyone admires yet so far away? Or would it be the gypsy that appears so common yet so close to your heart? Someone once told me that you don’t have to choose as there is nothing more unique and perfect than being yourself, but that answer never satisfied me and I kept wondering, if I were to choose, would it be princess or gypsy???