Cindrellas story

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It was my turn to to leave the glass slipper for him to find. It is 11:59 and I just arrived at the park with the Vespa that I found parked outside my home. I climbed the fence with ease, it seems like my Prince Charming knows a little bit more about me than I really know about myself. Vincent was not at all what I was expecting. he was charming and adorable and quite frankly a bit old for me.

"A night beside the stars is how my parents met. And for you I would do anything, our names our written in the stars. yours right next to mine. I have named stars after us." Vincent has told me in the most amazing soothing voice.

He then pointed out my star and his and it was almost as if they were connected. It was almost too good to be true but when he told me how close the stars are I couldn't help thinking what if the right one is really Dylan. He then continued with saying that half of the marriages now a days end in a divorce, but his parents were never that way and It absolutely inspired him. He was talking about then as if they are dead, or gone. I felt sick just thinking about it.

I know have to tell the truth. "I'm sorry but right now I am not certain about my life, i need to figure out who I am before I figure out who I am with someone else." I had to explain to Vincent.

" That's not what it seemed like when you feel upon my arms at the café. You had your life all figured from the beginning to the very end. When you find yourself again please let me know because I will not give up on us, I will always have hope. it would be amazing to have something to remember you by. "

He then handed me a sharpie, I took off my shoe and wrote my number on the heel and handed it to him.

"Till we meet again my Cinderella!"

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