I’m too cool to abide by your mundane social expectations. Please don’t judge me for using a hashtag. Then the second message I’d sent didn’t exactly demand a reply. He’d said good night, and I’d said good night. The first message he’d ignored was in response to his own text on Saturday night. Yes, if I sent another it’d be three in a row. So why was I here, sitting at the kitchen counter and banging my head against a metaphorical wall, weighing up the pros and cons of sending yet another message to him? I need to see you again one day,” he’d said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” he’d said. “I’ll definitely never forget you,” he’d said. It was late afternoon, on the very last Wednesday of August, when I realized Disney had been lying to me for quite some time about Happily Ever Afters.īecause, you see, I was four days into mine, and my prince was nowhere to be found.
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