As I see you walking down the hall, my breathing gets faster. And my chest, tighter. My heart flutters, and the lump in my throat doubles in size.
I want to be your Cinderella. The girl you rescue. I want to lose my shoe, and have it returned to me by you. I know you’re looking for your Cinderella. I see it in your green eyes.
I see your glances, I see your stares.
But are they for me?
And if they are, are they true?
Does your heart flutter too?
Am I the last thing you see before you rest your beautiful eyes?
Am I the first thing you see when you open them?
I don’t like games, but I’d play them with you.
I’m giving you a gift. One that can be easily broken. In fact, you’ve had it for a while now.
My heart.
Do you hear it?
It beats for you, silly boy. It whispers your name when you’re no where to be seen. And when you’re right in front of me.
I’m waiting for you, Prince. I’m waiting for you to return the shoe I so willingly gave to you. It’s made of out of glass, so treat it lovingly and carefully. Cherish it. Because if you drop it, and don’t catch it, it will shatter.
