We danced for a while, staring in each other eyes. Her blue eyes, that sparkle so bright, and her warm kind smile. After getting starred at and pointed by hundreds if girls, we danced all the way out the castle to the garden, and over a bridge. The girl began to sing and hum a tune, that sounded so beautiful. Wondering if this was love. For hours, without saying a word, I could tell that this girl was the one. But I spoke too soon, when the tower bell rang. And the girl let go of my hand, apologizing and thanking me for the mist wonderful night of her life. But before I could get her name, she ran off. I ran after her, but she was ahead by a lot. Running across the palace, racing down the steps, her slipper falling from her foot, to the step of the stairs. I pick it up for a memory of her. A glass slipper.