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Cinderella

I remember the first time you called me Cinderella. I had exams early the next day, but I still was talking to you. It was already a half hour past midnight, and I knew I had to go. As I was saying good night, you replied, “Good night, Cinderella.” 

I remember melting at those words. I remember denying that I was slowly falling for you, yet relishing in the fact that I was. I remember not being able to leave after hearing that line from you. I remember how I was smiling, but having a hard time saying good night again after hanging on, talking to you, for another half hour because I couldn’t bear leaving you.

And then I remember when we were supposed to meet. You were leaving that day. You told me to wait because you would drop by before you head home. I remember waiting for hours on end, like Cinderella would’ve waited. But unlike some Prince, you didn’t come. I was hurt, but I forgave you. And then that scene happened again, and again, and again… with me ending up miserable and putting the blame all on me. 

And then last night, after months of not talking, you had the guts to call me Cinderella again. But this time, there was no holding back anymore. I left. No tears came this time. No regrets. No more blaming myself for what happened. And there I was, no longer caring if someone’s waiting for me. And no longer waiting for anyone, especially you, anymore.

If I am some modern form of Cinderella indeed, then this is the time I shake off the dust from the cinders, get up, and go on my life. No more waiting for someone to rescue me. 

(Source: emisfreetosoar)