My cinderella night

He runs his fingers through my hair,
I look at the clock, a look of despair.
its past my curfew oh boy am i dead,
and as i get home hes still in my head.

will i ever see his face again,
or was that the begining and the end,
will he ever know just how i feel,
was he even there or real?

two days later a knock on the door,
its someone i have seen before,
he kisses me softly then whispers in my ear,
i love you so much and I'll always be here.