Secretly
•| a short poem on the evolution of friendship to love |•
Once upon a time, you met Cinderella. You know how it works. Stepmother. Fairy Godmother. Ball. Prince. Kiss. Well, how about once upon a time Cinderella grew up in our modern world? She was Ella. Her mother was suicidal. Yeah, I think you should give it a read.
He swaggered into the school, looking hot as hell and making all the girls swoon. He spotted me, and gave me a wink. Well, I'm screwed.