Cinderella Story

Every once in a while, a girl will have a night where she turns into Cinderella. Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, Saturday night that lucky girl was me.
     Before I actually begin with this story, I want you all, dear readers, to know three things. First- Yes, this will be sappy and full of teenage girl swooning. Second- This is a slight risk posting this on the internet, as that gives the person I am going to write about a chance of seeing it. And third- there are not enough words for me to express to you all how sorry I am for not blogging the past two weeks. I do have good reasons, but I will not bore you with the details.
     Anywho. Yesterday was preference, which, for those of you who don't know, is a girl's choice dance. So I asked my good friend, and crush, Eric to be my date. It was so much fun. I honestly don't think I've ever been on a better date. We went hiking for our day date and it was so much fun. But that's not the important part. The important part is the dance. The important part is the way he smiled when he was dancing with me. The important part is how when we walked outside, it was a little chilly, and without me saying anything he wraps his arms around me. Or how he would put his arm around my waist as we were walking. And how when I went to give him a hug as I dropped him off at his house (girls choice, remember? That means we do the guys job), he lingered. How when we were taking pictures on the hike, one of them was of me looking at the camera, and he was looking at me, with the same look in his eyes that Flynn Rider has as he looks at Rapunzel. That I thought I would never be looked at like that again.
     The sad part about every Cinderella night, however, is that every Cinderella night has to end, and not all of them end in the Prince finding the girl, and them living happily ever after. Of course, it's only been a day. And for all I know, my Cinderella story isn't over yet. But the night ended. I dropped him off, and I went home. We texted, and then fell asleep. There was no goodnight kiss. No "I'm crazy about you." No "Let's do this again. How's next week?" And although there very well could be that continuation, right now it feels like it's over, and that sucks.
     If I'm being totally honest, I hope he does see this post, because I like him, and I'm fairly sure he likes me. And if he saw this post, he would know I liked him, and that I wanted him to make the next move. But I'm too much of a chicken to tell him. I'm sure I will eventually, but it would be nice to not have to make the first move. Anywho.... I'm kind of just blabbering.... I actually had a really great post planned out about pain and sadness, but right now I'm sorta on cloud nine, and I can't right something I can't relate to, so instead I'm writing this because I can and I want to. Well, goodnight my readers. Sorry for the crappy post.... Hopefully it'll be better next week. And hopefully I won't be blogging about pain next week, because if I am, something bad probably happened. So long.