Je me suis sentie comme
Cendrillon.
Because we met at a ball
And I had on my best dress
And you were in, oh God,
A kilt!
Perfect man, yes?

Bumping into you at the cinema
You didn't recognise me
But when the film started
(Which film? I was too aware of you)
You tapped me on the shoulder
And whispered,
"Finally!*"

So I asked you on a date.
No, not a date.
Shush.
Coffee. Let's go for coffee
And be friends.
(****.)
Four hours later...

And then
There was that time
We stayed up
Until 6am
Because neither of us
Wanted to say night.

(Last night.)

And this is a love story
Starting again
And it's perfect in ever way
All I've ever wanted
Look - poem perfect -
But I don't know
If I can handle it
Again.