I held Prince Charming’s hand and smiled at his eyes. Even though he came with no horse, I already felt saved. His warm hand made my heart throbbed and became my beats faster and faster. I wanted to cry because I was excited being so happy after so many time, lonely time.
He smiled back at me (is this what they call love?) and for a moment time stopped in a snapshot, that kind of picture children see in fairy books. We went running throughout the woods. However, nobody was chasing us, except maybe our own fears.
When we reached a clear road, he let my hand go and we kissed each other goodbye. Does goodbye really mean anything? We made to our own paths. Then, my awareness and logic turned on again. Maybe he’s not Prince Charming. But I’m not even a princess either.