Our second meeting was at the same café—but this time, we had a plan. We decided to go to the movies together. We picked a film, got our tickets, grabbed popcorn and cola, and took our seats.
As the movie played, I found myself not watching the screen, but listening to the pounding of my heart. I kept thinking, "Will he hold my hand?" And then—he did.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
How did I manage to attract someone this handsome into my life?
What war did I win in a past life to deserve this moment?
With a mix of joy and excitement, I let myself fall for you a little more.
After the movie, we left the cinema hand in hand. We were trying to decide whether to get food or not. I looked at the time.
God—I'm Cinderella.
That moment, I remembered I had told my family I'd be home late because of work. But this? This wasn't something they could know. My home life, my environment—they wouldn't accept a "relationship candidate" that didn't even have a proper title yet.
I remembered all the lies I had to tell just to see you. And then I wondered—would you ever make the same sacrifices for me?
Did you really love me?
Even if you had said "yes," I'm not sure I would've believed you. Not after all the heartbreak that was still to come.
But that's for the future. For now, let me just be a silly girl in love.
We held hands. We walked. We watched a movie. We said goodbye.
And now… I can't wait for our next date.