There are some things money can't buy.
Real emotions can't be bought. And somehow a part of us knows that whatever we had today, was real. All 10 hrs of it. It's as real as real gets. Hours felt like minutes, minutes like seconds.
If it's something else money can't buy, it's bliss. Then genuine satisfaction that makes you feel like you're living the moment, and that you'd never want it to end. Simply because... It's the moment where the world would end and you'd be at peace mainly with yourself because you made the difference. That's my little slice of heaven.
But Cinderella's got her story, as do I.
All good things come to an end;
As waiting returns,
Only to be laid to rest,
A seventh day later.
Today ended with a quiz: "her on the line."
Will he get it? Or will he not?
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