My Fairy Tale

I was right after all. You don't need Mich anymore.

I've been such a fool. Now I understand the difference, the change. You've paid me back in my own coin. For years, I have been the silent onlooker. For years have I stood by.

Certain actions, certain words, certain mannerisms and certain events had led me to believe. Onlookers reinforced this. I thought I'd meant something. Clinging onto this belief, my judgment had been clouded. Living in a bubble, I had bobbed along. For a shred of transient happiness, I'd traded in everything.

You never knew the real me because I was afraid to let you see who I really was. I'd concocted a carefree image in your eyes because I never wanted you to see the tears.With patience abound, I had waited for a word. An indication. A seal. To my chagrin, time produced naught.

What was I to you? A transitory phase? A shelter to take refuge? A random persona? Was I wrong? Are you able to look at me in the eye and tell me that I was wrong from the start? Was it a figment of my imagination? Did I hurt you back then? As you move on, will you remember me? Many questions loom in my head but they're not important anymore.

Fairy tales are dreams come true and dreams are what we wake up from.

You were my fairy tale.