Mr. Cinderella

Maybe she thought that all guys were prince's. She had grown up her life learning that her prince charming would show up one day on a horse drawn carriage and take her away from her "cinderella" life. They would fall madly in love, and live happily ever after.

Reality-check.

It was time to find her a Mr. Cinderella. Someone who would finally treat her right. Someone who would realize her heart was fragile and not break it. Someone like someone she wasn't looking for, but had found her.

Cinderella looked in the wrong places deperate to find herself true love. Maybe it was staring her down from behind, like eyes baring into her flesh. She could feel it's presence, just was unable to see it. Wasn't able to understand.

She made everything into a love story, in a happily-ever-after. She sometimes made things into something that they weren't, but only because she wanted it so bad. And because she wanted that prince charming, that Mr. Cinderella.

When she lost her slipper, she lost her mind. She lost everything, but they found her. Found her lying on the floor. With a delicate, graceful hand hanging limp at her side. And in it, the other slipper. Her other half.

While it's missing pair slid away in the melting snow.