Ardent Bright

Another Pair of Glass Slippers Ardent Bright

I met a guy, we talked, and I knew in the moment that he's the one.

God, how I wish I could say that this time. I want to pick up the phone to call my mum and tell her that I've found someone. I want to bring him home to meet my parents and tell my dad that I want to marry him. I want to text Emma and tell her cute stories about him. I want to be able to reply the "how are you doing" question with "good, very good" answer because of him. I want to listen to Dear No One by Tori Kelly and know exactly who I'm dedicating it to.

Does he, does he not? Will he, will he not? Is he, is he not?