He held my hand tightly, the other swiftly grasped my waist. Deep-black eyes locked unto my brown ones. Inviting red lips stretched into a smile while mine was gaped open in awe.
He guided my steps as we dance the dance of waltz. I can imagine nothing but us letting our feelings lead the ball, as we turn and spin around the corners of this crowded hall. It's just me and him, just his charm and this jumping heart of mine.
He touched my cheek gently, as if I'm a porcelain doll made to be protected because of my fragile style. He pulled me in a warm embrace, his chin on top of my head. We swayed along the romantic music, we let our bodies fall into the nostalgic feels. Again, it was just me and him.
He pulled me out of the crowded hall, hands entertwined, dumbstrucked and all. It was the best night indeed, more like reality than a pointless dream. We sat there, under the faint light of the moon and the stars. Glancing at our hands clasped together, a wide curve envaded my lips. It was you who made me smile, when I feel like not moving my lips at all.
I blinked countless of times. I touched my chest and felt the way it's constricting. When I thought it was him that I'll have in my lifetime I was wrong once again.
My prince held my hand that night, I thought it was him. But I guess he was just another prince after all.
—Just another prince by Angelica Espinas
[Nonsensical 🍀]
