I wished for a moment my life would change. I wasn’t even an inch close to what I wished I could be when I saw him.

It was a different life he lived. For the first time I believed that maybe I did resemble the Bridget Jones my friends thought I was.

I was happier in what I thought it all could be. Did the fairy tale come out of a book? I ignored thinking I never deserved it. But then when I took a chance it virtually happened. Truly. Dreaming never made better sense than just a smile.

He wanted to create an illusion. Something mystical. Magician he was and just no prince.

Mad hatter. Soulfully young. Never mine. Never belonged.

And in no time, with a wave of his wand.. He was gone.