Again and again

I know I've been mostly writing about love lately. I hope I don't get boring in my ramblings, but to be honest I don't even know who reads this anyway. So I decide here and now not to care. There. Done.

Since that night some time ago, I haven't heard this song. Tonight I miss him enough to turn it on. I can keep myself from crying, but this song will never be the same to me again. OK, that was a lie, I do find myself crying again. It's just the thought about him, everything about him, makes me so full of happiness and love and joy and it just makes me cry.

I now know I am Cinderella. I always felt that way, but without happy ending it wasn't real.
And to this day, 8 months later, I still feel like the spell could break at any moment.

Hearing this song, I picture myself as Cinderella, in the pretty dress, dancing her way into heaven with her prince.
I know he doesn't like me calling him perfect. But I cannot stress enough he is my prince charming, my one true love.

I do enjoy this happy writing a lot more than the sad writings I did before. I don't care if anyone reads this, this is the story of my life. For, my life has only begun this March. Everything before was just practice, a test to deem me worthy.


Drifting off on my pink cloud

- Cinderella

While on a train...

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