4 May 2012
- Princess -
He was wearing this black jacket with a black v-neck that was to DIE for. I asked if I could wear his jacket and he smiled. "Yes," he said, taking it off without hesitation. He reached forward and draped it around my shoulders, letting me slip my arms into his sleeves. Then I stood up, and he looked at me in his jacket, and he grinned. I was a princess, then. I was a princess, and his jacket was my ballgown. The warmth of his adoring smile was the crown upon my head. My glass slippers were the beat up, floral flats on my feet. Yes, I was definitely Cinderella in that moment. As we grinned at each other, his eyes shining like chocolate jewels, *that* right there was my own personal fairy tale. A few minor tweaks, I know. But I'm thinking this could be a pretty good bedtime story to tell little kids. <3 (May 3rd, 2012.)
MWH - Moment #25 • Opuss № I