I Am a Hopeless Romantic

If there were a pitch black sky that day above Prague, it was because all the stars fell from heaven burning and wrapped themselves around her so that every step she took she brought light and with every movement, left sparkles in the air.

She made me her prisoner with her gaze and mesmerized me with her fairy dust. I didn't feel a thing as she wrenched the gates of the cage open, in which my heart was. And I was so numb under her enchantment that I felt no pain as she stole my heart right out of my chest.

[true story]